It was late night. You were walking back to your house alone on the street. It was quite empty and quiet too.

You never realized since ever you left your friend's house, some guy had been following you secretly. Fyodor had plans. He had no intentions of letting you go today like always. He had enough of always just looking at you through cameras. Now finally he would get you and do whatever he wants.

You were supposed to take a left turn when you felt a hand grabbing your arm.

"Come."