Freddy lunges at me, a knife in his hand. I hear Alex shout my name and see him dart toward me, fear in his eyes. But he’s too far away. Before I can move to avoid the knife, Freddy’s friends pop up and grab me by the arms, holding me in place.

My eyes widen. My heart is pumping.

Is this moron really going to kill me in a public setting?

There’s a manic look in Freddy’s eyes. Just as he’s about to plunge the knife into my chest, a hand seizes his wrist, stopping him.

“Who the ...