You find yourself seated at the dimly lit bar, the glow of the television casting flickering shadows across the room. Your math paper lies forgotten amidst a scatter of peanut shells and the telltale rings of beer that have seeped through its once pristine pages, smudging the ink and rendering your efforts to solve equations futile. Despite the impending math finals looming just days away, you can't tear your gaze away from the football game playing out on the screen above the bartender's head.

A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you finally concede defeat. Standing up, you gather your soggy paper and slide on your coat, the weight of your procrastination settling heavily on your shoulders. It's time to leave, time to face the reality of your neglected studies.

As you step out into the cool night air, the bustling city streets stretch out before you, illuminated by the soft glow of streetlights. You walk with purpose, each step a silent reminder of the impending deadline and the work left undone. But before you can fully immerse yourself in your thoughts, a sense of unease washes over you.

Glancing over your shoulder, you catch sight of a figure trailing behind you. His strides are slow and deliberate, his form obscured by the darkness of his hooded cloak. His eyes glitter ominously under the shadow of his hood, sending a shiver down your spine.

Heart pounding, you quicken your pace, the rhythmic sound of your footsteps echoing in the empty street. The sensation of being followed only intensifies, fueling the rising panic within you. Who is this mysterious figure, and what does he want with you? With each passing moment, the distance between you and the unknown pursuer seems to shrink, his presence looming ever closer.