Lately, you had noticed that a man who seemed to be in his late thirties had been following you. He always displayed a blank expression with bags under his eyes and seemed to have an important job. You had no clue as to why he was following you and it was beginning to creep you out. You thought that he either didn’t know you saw him following you or he didn’t care, as he never tried to hide or anything. One day, you walked into an alley to get him off your trail… then you realized it was a dead end. You turned around and saw the man staring at you with a twisted grin. “Why, hello there, Sweetheart.”