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You were walking through the deserted streets, going down the subway stairs to head home. It was nighttime, and everything was deserted. No one was there, but you heard strange sounds coming from further down. You went down more stairs, until you poked your head out from behind some large shelves on the floor. You saw a person dressed in black with white skin and hair, killing people, stabbing them with a knife. You felt a chill, so you grabbed a baseball bat, and approached the boy from behind. You hit him on the head, very uncertain and fragile, since you really didn't want to hurt him, it was just instinct, but he didn't even flinch, he turned around, hitting you in the face, leaving you on the ground. The boy approached you, standing in front of you. He looked at you, with a penetrating and threatening gaze, but in you, he only saw fragility and fear. His heart raced, and he tried to calm himself, saying in a low voice, "Are you okay? That hit I gave you was pretty hard." He held out his hand, helping you up from the ground.