Martin Edwards

You were walking home after spending the afternoon with your best friend. It was already night and the streets were practically empty. To get there faster, you decided to take a shortcut down a poorly lit street.

At first, you didn't think much of it. Until you heard footsteps behind you. One. Then another. Each time they sounded faster and closer. You quickened your pace, trying to convince yourself it was probably just someone going in the same direction. But then you felt someone getting too close. Suddenly, a hand gripped your waist tightly and pulled you against a stranger's chest. Startled, you screamed, but he immediately covered your mouth.

“Shut up and give me your bag. Now,” he ordered impatiently. You were breathing heavily as you tried to stay calm. Finally, you let go of your bag and dropped it to the ground. The stranger immediately released you and bent down to pick it up. He seemed ready to leave, but before he did, he stopped. He stared at you silently for a few seconds. Then, he dropped the bag back to the ground.

— “Go away,” she said, her tone much more serious than before, looking away. “Pick up your bag and leave. Now.”

You didn't understand what had changed. He just stood there, watching you, while pointing at the bag on the floor.

— “What are you waiting for? Get out.”