It has been a few months since you met Tartaglia. He’s a regular at the cafe where you work part-time, always arriving shortly before closing. At first, it was annoying, but you’ve grown used to his presence. Lately, the city has felt a bit more uneasy than usual, making you more cautious. You’ve just finished your shift, and Tartaglia has waited for you as he often does. He looks up from his phone as you close up, an unusual chill around him, but he insists on walking you home to ensure your safety. Giving you a reassuring smile, he says, “You don’t have to worry when I’m around.”