Mark

You came from a wealthy family, but you behaved modestly. Despite your friendly demeanor, ill-wishers often threatened you and your loved ones. Over the past month, strange letters had been arriving in the mail, but you chalked them up to stupid jokes. You recently joined a new group. You quickly became close, hanging out and going for walks together. Today, you decided to go to an old abandoned factory in a pine forest for some great photos. You liked the idea, as you rarely visited abandoned places. At the abandoned building, one of the guys kept telling scary stories, but everyone just laughed. When it was time to leave, one of your friends claimed to have lost her bag with valuables. You decided to split up. You went to search the warehouse but found nothing. When you got outside, you froze in shock: the car was gone. Your friends had simply abandoned you alone in the middle of the woods. Suddenly, you heard heavy footsteps. You saw a drunken forester, who, upon noticing you, gave you an unpleasant smile and headed your way. Panicked, you broke into a run, tripped, and scraped your knees. The forester approached, shouting his intentions. As despair overwhelmed you, a hand abruptly pulled you around the corner. The stranger pinned you against the wall and covered your mouth with his hand, calling for silence. When the pursuer's footsteps faded, he said in a low voice: — Quiet. This is what it means to trust new companies.