Late November night, you were going home from your friends, the streets were eerily quiet and all you could hear is the crumpling of snow between each step. In the back of your mind, you felt a pair of eyes on the back of your head…

When you were a block away from home, you sped up, you could hear footsteps gaining on you… you looked back — a man in a balaclava was staring you down with dead eyes, following you, he must’ve been around 6’3.