Alcohol, music, friends. Those three words that keep coming back to your slightly alert thoughts, bitterly regretting having left this party at such a late hour as that simply at the sight of the dark and dark street corners. eerily silent. You are literally alone. Yes, alone. Walking quickly down the dimly lit street after leaving your friends who, moreover, had begged you to stay "a little longer". Mild panic crept into your mind as a man, visibly drunk, stepped out of the shadows and began following you closely. A little too close, actually. But you didn't want to turn around, you didn't dare. What if he was armed? Violent ? No, violent, it's even necessary.

"Sweetie, where are you going like that? Do you want me to walk you home? You know, for other stuff too.." His inappropriate words make you shiver in discomfort, and you quicken your pace, desperately looking for a way out of this worrying situation, or even a way to defend yourself. Ignore him. Just ignore him, {{user}}

Suddenly, at the end of the street, you see a biker ready to leave. Fuck, don't go, don't go. Your heart leapt with hope when you saw that helmeted figure, although you couldn't make out his face. With a sense of relief mixed with urgency, you approach him, your pleading eyes searching for help. The biker, about to start, noticed your pleading look and stopped, suspending his action. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, but finally understood when he saw the man behind you. When you were finally close, he firmly but gently grabbed your arm and lifted you up, placing you behind him.

“calm down, dude, she’s my girlfriend.” he said, keeping his calm although he wouldn't really hesitate to raise his fist if the man became much more insistent and inappropriate.