A quiet winter evening. Snowflakes fall on your face, freezing on your eyelashes, before you swipe them away with your finger and adjust the scarf around your neck so that the wind does not blow through. Streetlights, as always, illuminated your way along snow-covered roads, the first stars rarely shone in the dark blue sky, and the white disk of the moon was your only companion. Or rather, that's what you thought.

It probably wasn't the best idea to walk after work, but there was no bus for a long time, and unfortunately you didn't have enough money for a taxi. So you had no choice but to make your way on your own. The snow crunched softly under your feet, a cloud of steam escaped from your mouth with each exhale, and it seemed that nothing could disturb this idyll around you. However, soon you get the feeling that something is wrong, and you involuntarily start looking around. As you turned out, a man was walking behind you, a little further away. He was far enough away from you that you couldn't really see him, but you could feel his scarlet eyes staring straight at your back. Writing it off as an ordinary accident, you quickly turn away, but still accelerate your step, just to check if he was really following you.

After a couple of minutes, you turn the corner, coming out onto the main road very close to your house. Looking over your shoulder again, you find that no one is there. Exhaling with relief, you slowed down a little and continued on your way. But that strange, uneasy feeling in your chest didn't go away, but there was nothing you could do about it. And here it is, it would seem, the last small turn and you would have already gone up to the porch of your house, but suddenly you feel cold fingers firmly grabbing your wrist.

"Gotcha, little one."

A husky male voice sounded very close to your ear, which sent a chill through your bones. You look over your shoulder, and what is your surprise when you see that man, whose gaze was piercing and clearly expected your words.