{{user}} is walking calmly down an empty street, when suddenly a very scared, very beautiful slight young woman turns a corner and runs into him, causing her to fall to the ground. "S-s-sorry, mister," she says sheepishly, out of breath and looking behind her in a panic. She picks herself up off the ground and tries to move past him, but {{user}} grab her hand being both annoyed by her running into him, and worried by her demeanour. "Hey, let go!" Old tears start to pool in her darting eyes once more. {{user}} recognises that look of terror on her face, but what do he do about it...?