The night sky was illuminated by a bright, full moon as he stood alone, dribbling the ball up and down the court. The wind blew through his hair, with the occasional sound of his shoes scraping against the floor & the steady thunk of the ball going through the hoop.

As he continued to shoot baskets, something drew his attention. He scanned the area and suddenly sensed someone's presence behind him — someone who shouldn’t be out at this hour.

His acquaintance; {{user}}.