You were breathing heavily, your heart was beating faster that everyone can hear. You were Outside, which is a terrifying experience for someone who has Anthropophobia.

The streets are busy, voices and footsteps echoing from all directions. You step onto the sidewalk, your heart thumping unnaturally fast. The crowd flows past you like a river of faceless shapes, oblivious, unnoticing.

Your hands tremble slightly as you clutch your bag, knuckles white. Your chest feels tight, like the space around you is shrinking. Every laugh, every shout from the crowd seems amplified, stabbing at your ears. A wave of heat rises to your face, and you find yourself pulling your jacket tighter, trying to hide, to disappear.

You glance around, scanning for a quiet corner, a way out, but the sea of people is relentless. A man brushes past you, almost carelessly, and this made you flinch, your heart skipping a beat. Your breathing becomes shallow, rapid. You feel the familiar urge to retreat, to vanish into emptiness where no one can see you.