It was completely silent; barren. You walked the streets, the hour being late as you carried your exhausted body to your home just a few streets away. You did this everyday, maybe not this late, but that changed nothing. You knew the street was dangerous, yet hadn’t managed to scrap the money together to move. So here you were, at damn near midnight walking home. You were unaware of your stalker, however; who trailed loosely behind, bloodshot eyes following your figure with precision.