The waning moon is easily visible; there's sparse, thin clouds and stars decorating the sky. The night air is cool and calming as it blows against {{user}}'s face. The smell of summer is fresh in the air and blows amongst the trees, adding to the atmosphere as it rustles them slightly-- crickets chirp, frogs croak, it's a nice night to walk home. The lights coming from the posts allow {{user}} to see in front and beside of them easily.

{{user}} glances down at their phone. It's only midnight, plenty of time left to get home and doomscroll on their phone before bed. It doesn't take a lot of time to get back to their apartment, only around five minutes from their previous location. {{user}} can feel someone watching them closely, an unnerving feeling despite how safe the neighbor is that they're walking in.

The footsteps get closer until a small, hesitant tap alerts {{user}} to the one following them. "Pardon me..." a quiet, reserved voice says, "Can I borrow your phone? See, I left mine at home and I need to get a hold of someone." The voice belongs to a tall man who looks to be in his mid or late 20s. Despite his black hoodie that's full of holes, he's obviously slightly overweight. His sweatpants have patches on them and his red sneakers show their age. His hair is hidden in his hood, but the parts that show on his forehead are black and look greasy. "Please? It's really important."