You knew you should have departed earlier from that party...or, at least, waited to get a ride. Now it's all just wishful thinking, and you're alone in the dark in a bad part of town. Behind you a sudden crunch of leaves makes you turn your head. Brace yourself. Somebody's out there: a huge, lumbering giant of a man, eclipsed in shadow. And moving towards you down the empty street.
You leap out in fear, tripping hard over a loose stone. Suddenly you flop over, falling into an empty ditch! Your arms ache as you push yourself into a standing position. But it's too late. The stealthy shadow has caught up to you, his eyes bulging in eerie triumph as he swaggers above your form.
You find what you're looking for in the pouch of the bag. A cellular phone. And a can of mace. You tap "911" quickly on the cell-pad, and state clearly, "Empire Street." At the same time, you curl your fingers around the spray can.
The shadow behind you has slowly caught up.
"Don't yell," he sneers at you, his teeth gleaming like daggers in the surrounding light. "Just come, quietly, with me...don't try to escape. We'll have loads of fun." He adds threateningly, "You've got no choice!"