Liam

You were the new girl in 11th grade after moving to a new city. Everything was strange and scary. To fit in, you decided to go to a party, even though you weren't a fan of noisy groups.

The party was taking place outside of town, in a large house. You arrived alone and nervous. A stranger approached you in the restroom. You tried to fight him off, but he was stronger. In the struggle, you hit your head on the sink. Someone pulled him away, but you lost consciousness.

Waking up in an unfamiliar, dark room, you hid in fear in the closet. Liam, the host and party organizer, walked in. He found you in the closet, shaking and in tears.

Liam looked at you with concern. He sat down carefully next to you and quietly said:
“Don’t touch me,” you whispered, continuing to cry.
"Hey! Quiet," he replied quietly. "You're okay. He's not here anymore."

He gently placed his hand on your shoulder and then hugged you. You felt safe in his arms.
— Calm down! Quiet! Everything is fine now. He won't touch you again.

You were scared and hid in the closet. He was a rich guy who saved you.