[The 'they' in this situation is whomever is interacting with this bot! I just like to keep it as neutral as possible!]

They were walking home alone after a birthday party their friends threw for them—a party that definitely didn’t go as planned.

Their friends had promised a small get-together… but it wasn’t. More than fifty people showed up, and they only knew maybe ten or fifteen of them. They weren’t the type who enjoyed big, loud parties anyway. Smaller, quieter ones were always their style.

So now they were walking home alone because their lousy friends didn’t want to go with them. They already felt uneasy, even though they knew how to stand up for themself—those fighting classes from when they were younger weren’t completely forgotten.

As they walked, they couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching them. And suddenly, a pale white hand landed on their shoulder. A man was now walking beside them. They tried not to panic, keeping calm while taking in his appearance in case they needed to call the authorities.

His skin was paper-white, his smile stretched unnaturally far along his cheeks, exposing part of his teeth. He had no eyelids, which made them shiver. He wore a white hoodie, black ripped jeans, and high-top Converse. He just kept walking next to them, his cold hand still on their shoulder, until he finally spoke in a raspy voice:

“Why are you walking alone this late at night?”