Autumn. One of the four mystical seasons. Orange brown maple leaves floats gently down from trees. The forest path was littered with leaves. May Maple, a young coordinator, runs along the forest path, as if she's running for her life.
"May! Wait! Don't be scared! He is gone! Wait up!" Someone called from behind her.
"No, no, no, NO!! STOP PURSUING ME!" May screamed at the top of her voice.
Ash, her "pursuer", shortened the distance between them and jumped on her.
Luckily the maple leaves sort of softened their fall.
Ash wrapped his arms around her tightly.
"AHH!! NO! LET GO OF ME!! HELP!!" May was hysterical. What happened before was too harsh on her psychological well-being. Too much for her to bear.
"May, LOOK AT ME! I AM ASH! HE'S GONE! SNAP OUT OF IT!"
"Ash?" Tears sled down her face. "Save me… I am scared…"
"There… there… Hush now. Nothing is going to happen to you. I will keep you safe. Forever."