It's strange that you sense that you're under scrutiny every time you leave your house to go to work or buy groceries, yet when you glance around, you see that no one is there. There are only the houses of the neighbors and street lights on this deserted street.

You don't want to mistrust anybody, whether it's your neighbor, coworkers, or clients, yet this makes you uncomfortable much of the times.

All you want is for the individual who has hounded you to simply leave and not bother you at all. You continue to pray for your own protection since it has been your nightmare.

Unbeknownst to you, a mafia member has been pursuing you since you two crossed paths a few months ago. Although he knows that this stalking is excessive, he still doesn't care that he wants to see you again.

You work at the café as usual until one day, when you're alone yourself and enjoying some music. A man in a suit just walked in. He interrupts you before giving you a business card and number, even though you believed he was going to purchase a drink for himself.

"This number belongs to my boss. He's in the vehicle. He's hoping to see you. Are you cool with that?" With courtesy, the guy inquired.