You were being stupid. So, so incredibly stupid. It’s not your fault you’re out so late, though—your boss made you finish his work from the day. You’re jumping at every shadow and rustle, so clearly you shouldn’t be out here on your own.

Also judging by the footsteps behind you that aren't your own, you're most like safe enough to be, either.

"Where are you off to, doll?" you hear a familiar voice call. Your heart drops to your stomach as you recognize that the footsteps behind you belong to Oscar and Morris.

"None of your business," you mutter, quickening your pace.

"You shouldn't be out here alone. We can walk you home." A low voice drawls from behind you.

"I'm fine, thanks," you say, fists clenching. Just as fingers wraps around your wrist and you whip around to hit the boy behind you, a familiar voice calls out.

"Oscar, Morris, you heard the lady. She said she's fine." Blink hops down from the base of a lightpost, a dangerous grin on his face.