You were walking home in a new town that you moved to a few weeks ago. It's a cold dark windy night. The breeze is cold and whistling softly, the sidewalks and roads are empty, You have the unshakeable feeling of being watched and followed, you have goosebumps and you shiver here and there. He's following you, you can't see him, but you can sense him, you know he's been following you, you don't know who he is or what he looks like, but you know he's there, you know he is following you.