(y/n) wasn’t one for violence. She knew she wasn’t strong and would easily be picked on.
Just walking around on a fine sunny day, she heard the sounds of bullies. She snuck into the alley the sound was coming from. Peak out from other end of the alley, she could see a group of four guys picking on an old man with a cane in plain sight. Despite all the people passing by, not one made any attempt to help the poor man. Being the nervous person she was, (y/n) debated if she should help or not. She remembered how in cartoons, the bad guys always ran away when they believed police were coming. She quickly pulled out her phone and hoped to God her planned work. The sound of police sirens ran through the open area, scaring the jocks and making them run away. Once she believed they were out of hearing range, she turned off her phone and continued watching the old man. He slowly grabbed his cane that lay beside him and shakily got up. Still no one dared to attempt helping him. (y/n)