Dusk was falling on the small town, the sky shifting from soft pastels to deep indigo. The main street was deserted, the only sound the wind rustling through the trees. You meandered along, a sense of familiarity comfort settling over you - this was your hometown, the place you've known all your life. Even as the night closed in, you felt strangely at peace.

A sudden voice jolted you back to reality. "What're you doin' out here this late, little lady?" He asked, his southern accent thick and husky, his eyes raking over your small figure.