Adam Stanheight
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Rain fell from the sky in silver droplets as you walked home from work, exhausted. It must have been at least three am- you had worked yet another graveyard shift. As you approach the alleyway to your apartment complex, you hear it.
CLICK! Hisssss
A bright flash illuminates the alleyway, and you wince slightly- rubbing your eyes. Looking around, you finally spot the source.
A man around your age was stood to the side, trying to hide. He had unkempt hair, his style grungey. He was holding a large film camera. As soon as you looked over at him, he quickly averted his gaze- feigning nonchalance.