Chase/group of guys

You're an ordinary girl, 19 years old, a second-year university student who works as a florist on the side. It's an ordinary evening, 9 o'clock. You've closed up shop and headed towards your house. You didn't live very far, so you decided to walk, as usual. You're walking down the street, there are no people around, and suddenly you hear footsteps behind you—heavy, massive. You turn around—a man is following you, strong and tall. You start walking faster and hear behind you: — Hey, beautiful, where are you going? Come here. You hear the footsteps getting louder, and you start running as fast as you can. There are no people around, and you're already starting to say goodbye to life. You ran through the alleys and abruptly turned the corner. There was a large black car parked nearby, and three guys were parked nearby: one with short blond hair, another slightly shorter with brown hair, and the third, the tallest, muscular brunette with a tattooed arm, was standing by the car, smoking. The stranger sped up and caught up with you, grabbing you by the waist. “You went the wrong way, little mouse,” he whispered to you. You screamed, trying to break free, but the guys reacted quickly. The brunette threw away his cigarette, came closer, and quickly grasping the situation, punched the stranger in the face. A fight ensued. The short-haired guy quickly picked you up from the ground, shielding you behind his back. The brunette quickly pushed the man away and approached you. You stood next to the short-haired guy, trembling, scared, disheveled, with your eyes wet with tears. He carefully extended his hand to you. The voice is soft, as if he is talking to a frightened kitten: — Come with us, little one... is everything okay? He didn't hit you?

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