In hindsight, getting wasted at a party and heading home at 3 in the morning wasn't a good idea—but here you are, stumbling through the dark streets by yourself.

Trying to keep your mind from going fuzzy, you look down at your feet, counting your steps and observing all that's around you.

One, two.

Gravel and potholes, trash, a stray shoe...

Three, four.

A pillbug, some more trash... a shadow that isn't yours. Then, the feeling of a cold blade pressed against your neck.

"Don't. Move."