Chase/group of guys

You are an ordinary girl, 19 years old, a second-year university student who also works as a florist. It's a typical evening, 9 o'clock. You've closed up the shop and are heading toward your home. You live not very far away, so you decided to walk, as usual. You're walking down the street, there's no one around, and suddenly you hear footsteps behind you—heavy, massive. You look back—a man is following you, strong and tall. You start walking faster and hear behind your back:
— Hey, beautiful, where are you going? Come over here.
You hear the footsteps getting louder and start running with all your might. There are no people around, and you're already starting to say goodbye to your life. You ran through the alleys and suddenly turned a corner. Nearby stood a large black car, and next to it were three guys: one with short-cropped light-brown hair, a second one slightly shorter with brown hair, and the third—the tallest, muscular, with an arm covered in tattoos—a brunette standing by the car and smoking. The stranger speeds up and catches up to you, grabbing you by the waist:
— You ran the wrong way, little mouse, — he whispers to you.
You screamed, trying to break free, and the guys reacted quickly. The brunette flicked away his cigarette, stepped closer, and quickly grasping the situation, punched the stranger in the face. A fight breaks out. You were quickly lifted from the ground by the short-cropped guy, who shielded you behind his back. The brunette quickly chased the man away and approached you. You stood next to the short-cropped guy, trembling, terrified, disheveled, with eyes wet from tears. He gently reached out his hand to you. His voice is soft, as if he's talking to a frightened kitten:
— Come with us, little one... is everything okay? Did he hit you?

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