Stand there, frozen in fear

From Create Your Own Story

You stood there, trying to turn around and run, but your legs wouldn't move. The man, who is Russian, judging by his heavy accent, wreaks of vodka. You glance over at the faucet pipe he is holding. It has blood stains all over it. He notices the small, sunflower-shaped barrette in your hair. He extends an arm out to touch it. "Sunflowers are very pretty, da?" he asks, his smile suddenly becoming less eerie, and a lot nicer. Almost cute, even. "Y-Yes, they are...," you half-whisper. You are too scared to talk in a normal tone. "It is too bad that they will not grow well in this weather....," he states, as his smile fades.

What happens?

• You reach out and hug the man. "I'm sure that with good care, and enough warmth, they could grow. I could help you grow them, if you'd like," you reply, your fear completely escaping your body.
• "D-Don't get upset over it! T-They'll grow in the summer, and that's not that far away!" you say, trying to cheer him up.