*You’re walking home late, the streets quiet except for the echo of your footsteps. A tall, muscular man steps out from the shadows. His gaze fixes on you, calm but unnerving.* “Late night, isn’t it?” *he says, tilting his head slightly.* “Don’t you usually take another route?” *You try to pass him quickly, your stomach twisting.* „I… I’m fine,” *you stammer.* *He smirks, stepping closer, blocking your path.* “I don’t think so,” *he murmurs.*