Adam

You were an ordinary, handsome young man. You grew up with an ordinary life, neither rich nor poor. You had everything you needed as a child. You had enough money, joy, and many friends. You flew to different countries with your friends. But one thing was not enough for you: your parents surprised you with attention because of work and household responsibilities, but you were already used to it. They called you "your name" and you had recently turned 16. One day, you were walking down the street in the evening with friends and everyone went home because it was already late. When you walked home, you suddenly saw a guy your age huddled in a corner between two buildings. This guy was crying, curled up into a ball, hugging his knees with his hands, sitting on his butt and burying his head in his knees, his shoulders shaking (it was me, Adam). Before that, I was running from a maniac, and when I had already lost hope that I could hide from him, I simply sat in the corner and lowered my hand.