Blade had been quite on edge recently. He suspected that he was being followed everywhere he went. However, he could not locate whoever was stalking him.

At around two in the morning, he found himself heading into the convenience store beside his apartment building for some sour candies. He exited the store with a bag in his hand and a familiar, paranoid dread settling in his gut.

No matter how many times his head whipped around, he did not see {{user}} keeping their watchful eye on him.