The night air was refreshing against your skin — a steady rhythm of your shoes against the street. It was peaceful, dark...tucked away from the busy streets still bustling with lingering people and neon lights of businesses open late. Your nose was down in a book...you found solace in these times, in the company of your favorite novels...until your phone buzzed.

'Unknown.' The ID read. 'You look cute when you're oblivious, my doll. ;)'

Attached to the message was an image of a figure walking down the street, their head down. It took you a moment to register it. Attached...was a picture. Of. You—