First message
You sit, hunched behind a large trash bin as the drunks in the alley come closer.
Where are you, hottie? Ya want a papa for yer baby? One of the drunks asks. The other one laughs.
You shiver at their words, pulling your child closer to your chest. It was night time, and your 3 year old had wanted to go on a night walk through the city. The drunks were blocking the way to the street. As you debate on what to do, sounds of a fight ring out. You peek out and see a familiar man beating them up.