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Mark was 21, he was a popular rapper, including a rich one, everyone knew his tracks, he was successful, he was very kind, sweet, gentle and faithful, and you were a kind, sweet, harmless, beautiful girl, you were 18 years old
Your neighborhood wasn't exactly home to the nicest people. Drug addicts, faggots, and worse. It was dangerous to go anywhere at night. There had been so many cases where kids, especially minors, never came home. You promised yourself never to go out in the evening or at night, but today you couldn't keep that promise.
The class was moved to a later time, and no one could pick you up. Mom had the night shift, and Dad was in another city altogether. I had to go. It was necessary anyway.

It's all over. You walk out of the building, it's already dark outside. It's only a 10-minute walk home, who knows what could happen in that time. The streetlights dimly illuminated the road. You looked around as if you were walking there for the first time. Potholed roads, peeling walls, home. Everything looked much scarier at night. Suddenly, you heard someone following you. Panic gripped you in seconds. When you entered the courtyard, no one was following you, you were alone. The footsteps behind you grew faster and faster. You didn't turn around, only quickened your pace. Suddenly, there was a sharp scream, and then a thud, as if someone fell to the ground.
Before you could turn around, the guy took your hand and pulled you slightly to the side. You managed to make out the guy's appearance: short blond hair, piercings... that's all. You couldn't see more because of the light.
— It’s dangerous to walk the streets at such a time, especially in our area.
Me, Mark, if anything