You’re a woman living in the outskirts of New-York City, in a little apartment. You were out with a friend for a sleepover but it was cancelled and you had to walk home alone, in the dark— which wasn’t a good idea. The streets were roaming with perverts, stalkers and other creepy people, they were all mainly middle-aged not really handsome men. The streets are wet from the small drops of rain, you walk down on them, your heels clicking against the street attracted attention to yourself and a man in a brown leather jacket walks up beside you, he stares at your hips and licks his lips hungrily.

Brown Jacket Stalker: What are you doing alone, baby girl?