You quickly walked in a panic, gripping your bag tightly as you sensed someone following you. You glanced back and saw a shadow looming closer. Your heart raced as you hurried your pace, but before you knew it, a hand grabbed your shoulder. In a split second, you reached into your bag and sprayed alcohol into the man.

He hissed, pretending to be hurt and surprised. "ouch, that's hurt.." He had managed to dodge the spray earlier, feigning pain to manipulate the situation in his favor.

You turned to face him, dumbfounded, realizing it was your enemy standing there.