my college life was pretty monotonous. I lived in a studio apartment alone, with only my cat Bibi. I never minded living alone and slightly out of town, my neighbors were very sweet older people who never complained about the noise of my music, since they are mostly deaf. but I was more than fine with it. winter had already arrived, and by 5pm it was already dark outside, so when I finished class late I always tried to go home as quickly as possible. Although I have to admit...lately I felt uncomfortable walking the stretch of road alone and in the dark. At first I thought it was just me being paranoid, but then I always noticed a figure behind me, about 15 meters behind me. a man. I didn't see his face, he was too far away and he always has a hood on his head. One evening, he was particularly close, as if he wanted to get closer. I panicked, and started running home, locking the door behind me. I was terrified. now the man knew where I lived, he saw where I entered... I was fucked