Everyday on your way home from netball practice, you’d take the bus. It was usually quite late at night, since your sessions ended at around 7.30pm, when it got dark.

One particular day on your way home, you walked up to the bus-stop and saw a tall man wearing a black hoodie sitting on the bench, waiting for the bus to arrive. He had mysterious grey eyes, and a brown complexion.

You just hoped he meant no harm. You took a seat beside him, feeling him glare at you from the corners of his eyes.