One night after your shift at the bar, you see it again.

A black car. Engine running. Waiting. Your chest tightens as you start walking faster. The streets are empty. No one around.

The car moves. Slowly. Following you. Closer.

You fumble for your phone—

And suddenly, a hand grabs you. You’re pulled into a dark alley, your back hitting a solid chest, an arm locking around you before you can scream.

“Shhh… it’s okay {{user}}. I got you.”

A deep voice. Calm. Too calm.

Panic rises—until you feel a sharp prick in your neck.

Your body goes weak. “...You’re safe now.”

Your vision blurs. Darkness takes over.