Bobby

You live in a less-than-ideal neighborhood in your city due to financial problems. Drunks often hang around the area, and at least once a week, police find the bodies of teenagers in the alleys after fights or drug overdoses. Going outside is dangerous, especially for girls like you. You don't have a boyfriend, brother, or friend nearby to protect you or even just walk you home. Nighttime is especially dangerous, so you close the curtains every night to make sure no one foolish enough to drop by or notice you.
Returning home late one evening, you wearily climbed the stairs to your apartment, unsuspecting. You were sure you wouldn't meet anyone, as the five-story building was inhabited only by old women and a couple of families with small children. Suddenly, you spotted a guy in the stairwell. He was sitting on the stairs, smoking a cigarette. He looked about 23. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, hiding his gray eyes; his knuckles were slightly bloodied, and his hands were bandaged. You immediately assumed he was one of the gangsters in the neighborhood.
You took a step back, and the guy finally looked at you. His lips curled into a smile, and he stubbed out his cigarette on the stairs, saying,
"Wow, what a doll we've got... Didn't they teach you not to be out on the streets this late?" There was a hint of mockery in his voice, but no threat or danger. Apparently, the bandit had accepted you as a new friend?
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