It wasn't someone I knew very well, a mutual friend. I was trying to make more friends and one of my close friends suggested hanging out with this person, he seemed nice enough, I went around asking a lot of people that knew him what type of person he was, and the response was very positive. I talked to him for a bit and we agreed to hangout with another friend of ours. When I showed up that friend was nowhere to be found, he said something came up and they had to leave. I had a gut feeling this wasn't okay, but I didn't pay it any mind since everyone had said this guy was nice. He leads me to a building and says the coffee shop is on the second floor. Soon as we get to the first floor he pushes me into a small closet with cleaning equipment and slams the door shut. It was dark. Initially I tried to scream, escape, but he was much larger than me and quickly overpowered me. I still regret not fighting back more, but at one point it felt as though I wasn't even in my body anymore. Still do from time to time. I only told people that I'd been assaulted, but never the details. It doesn't feel right to talk about it. No one knows that he did it. He tried to contact and meet up with me later as well. I made it seem like he was being desperate to our friends, so he backed off to avoid embarrassment.