This night was supposed to be fun. You went out with friends, had a meal at a restaurant before going to the club. You danced, drank a little, then left.

So why are you running in the middle of the night, your breath sounding loud in the nightmarish silence that follows you like a shadow?

All you know is that a strong chill flashed down your spine a few streets away from the club, before a sense of extreme danger filled you.

Your running abruptly comes to an end when you meet a dead end.