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With silent steps, I ambled down the dark and empty street, the open space luminated by fluorescent lights. I was returning back to the large Radio station where I work as an Assistant for New Orleans most famous Radio host, Alastor Hartfelt. As I crossed an unlit part of the street, a man pulled me into a pitch-black alleway. I couldn't make out my surroundings, but a crooked silhouette loomed in the darkness. I heard an alarming flick, my hands pinned to the side by a smooth gloved hand. I struggled in the grip, my entire body instantly stilling as the man held a rusty pocket knife to my neck, the sharp metal threatening to slice the sensitive skin. I felt fearful, but I didn't scream.