ELLY
   After Noen leaves me, I try to push my way through the crowd of people, but end up getting pushed farther away. I hear a few people screaming my name and turn around to see a few girls come running over to me.
   "Elly! Can we take a picture with you?" a brunette girl asks.
   "Uhm, sure." I plaster a fake smile across my face, taking a few pictures with them. When they run back off, I start down the sidewalk again to try and find Noen.
   Someone bumps into me after a few minutes of walking. I get knocked to the side, but the man catches me before I can fall all the way down. He holds me steady for a few seconds before removing his hands from my waist.
   "Sorry."
   "That's-That's fine," I mumble to him. I catch a whiff of his breath and can easily smell the alcohol on it. I smile and walk away quickly, hurrying down the sidewalk and leaving the few gifts I dropped.
   After a few minutes, I reach the venue that the event was at. I look around and realize I must've headed the wrong way. Unsure of my way back to the hotel, I put my gifts down on the sidewalk and go to pull my phone out of my pocket. I quickly realize that it's not there.
   "Phone," I mutter, checking all of my pockets. When it doesn't show up there, I begin rummaging through all the bags, but it still doesn't show up.
"Seems like I grabbed this." I jump and turn around to be greeted by the man who ran into me earlier. He's waving my phone in the air.
"Oh, thank you," I mumble quietly and reach forward to grab it. He yanks it away from me quickly. "Excuse me, but may I have my phone back?"
"Hmm," he hums to himself. "No." He drops my phone on the ground and stomps on it, crushing the screen into hundreds of little pieces. I gasp and lurch forward, trying to rescue it, but he kicks me back with the foot he was using to crush my phone.
"Ow," I mutter, rubbing at my side where a large pain has formed. "Who are you?"
"Does it matter?" The man starts laughing as he kicks my phone to the side and grabs onto my hair. I begin kicking and screaming, but he covers my mouth with his hand, and they turn to muffled screeches. The man starts pulling me backwards, and in a pitiful attempt to do something, I kick the pile of bags over. A few get dragged along with us as I'm pulled into an alleyway not far off from the building.