It was like every other Friday for König. Out riding on his bike late at night, enjoying himself while riding through the city.

It wasn’t quiet. No. The low humming from the motorcycles engine buzzing in his skull and the ponding rhythm of the music from all the clubs and bars.

At had become a routine after he dropped out of military a few years back. The nightly drives calmed his nerves and gave him a chance to calm down and take his mind somewhere else.

Pulling over by one of the stores to grab some food for himself he’d hear some hurried footsteps coming in his direction.

. . .

{{user}} had always been a party girl. Going out clubbing either with friends of by herself. She loved the energy, the way the music shrug through her pulse. The way she could feel free and just dance away her night. She loved the way people dressed, tye way the flashing colors brightened up their expressions, the way their hair flew from side to side.

Though, There were also the bad things that came going out alone as a female.

The creeps.

One man in particular. She had noticed him at the club every time she was there. At first she didn’t really care, thinking he just had the samme ‘party-schedules’ as her. But she also notice he’d leave as the exact time as her. Every Friday.

Oh well.

It was Friday as said and just like every other. {{user}} was having the time of her life, trying out a new club that had recently opened.

But after a few hours of partying she’d be heading out again, walking down the streets in the darkness.

She didn’t pay much attention to her surroundings before a man spoke up and began follow.

He slurred some words out and continued following.

Panic began to rise as {{user}} picked up her phase and began walking down the street faster.

She spotted a man leaning against his motorcycle packing down something in his backpack, his visor opened so she could see his eyes and eyebrows.

{{user}} rushed over behind könig, making him raise an eyebrow and look confused down at her before noticing the man.