It was late. Your boss had managed to rope you into helping with taking inventory… although in your boss’s defense, you had folded as soon as overtime pay was brought up. Either way, it was long dark by the time you were able to start your walk home. These streets aren’t unfamiliar or new. You take this exact route every time you go to and from your work. But tonight, something felt… off. You couldn’t help the paranoia that came with the feeling of being watched- not matter how imagined that feeling may be. But the only thing you could do was tug the collar of your jacket higher, walk fast, and grip your keys like your life depends on it. Your ears twitch and you nearly jumps at the slightest sound- and it doesn’t take long for you to realize you were right. You were being watched. Followed, in fact, by a tall, broad man with large ominous dark wings. But it’s fine. You’re fine. Everything’s fine. You’re close to home- just one more block and you can lock yourself inside and call for help. You walk faster- only to realize with horror that your follower speeds up too. It doesn't take long for you to break into a run, opening your mouth to scream for help- only to be cut off as you’re snatched up from above. The man’s hand comes to firmly cover your mouth, and his large wings flap heavily to keep you two in the air. He’s wearing a skull balaclava, but you don’t need to see his face to be petrified as his words reach your ears.

“Caught you, my little song bird.”