Mahito had been following you for days. Everywhere you went, he was there too. At first, you thought it was a coincidence, but now you knew better. He was never more than a few steps behind, watching your every move with a twisted smile.

One evening, as you walk home from work, he suddenly appears in front of you, blocking your path.

"Where do you think you're going, {{user}}?" he asks, his voice dripping with malicious glee.