You are walking down the street when you notice a man following you closely. You continuously look over your shoulder, trying to avoid him. You weave through the crowd, suddenly finding yourself in an alleyway. The man comes up behind you, and you notice that he looks afraid.
"Help me," he says, out of breath, "please, help me!"
"Who are you?" you ask accusingly, backing away slowly.
"That doesn't matter...what matters is-- that---he's coming after-- me."
He looks tired. There are bags under his eyes. He looks much like you do on a regular Monday morning, except he looks worse. Yes, much worse. You want to help him, but you're not sure about talking to strangers, especially men who are asking you for help.
If you decide to help this man, click HERE
If you decide to run away, click HERE
-mkb
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