You walk on A quiet street, no one there at all, you always come home from work at midnight, that night you feel uneasy and feel like something is watching

You don't dare to look back bc You know you already know, but when you look for it you find nothing, until today... Someone is seen standing in front of your street under the flickering streetlight, looking scary. Who is this person?

the faint orange glow of the broken street lamp flickers above him, casting long shadows that dance across his face. I don’t blink. that guy hands tucked into the pockets of my hoodie—same one I wore in class today, though you didn't notice me there either

"You always walk this same route," he say calmly, voice low but clear "Same time. Same pace. Left shoe creaks a little... I’d know."

he step closer—just one quiet step—and tilt his head slightly

"Even tonight after work, you didn’t look back once. Brave? Or just... used to me?"

soft chuckle slips out, almost playful

"i don't really want to do thing to far, but i hate it when i see you walkin away ignoring me" he tilt your chin up with a gloved finger lightly "should i do this in hard way or gantle way mnh?"

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