You always had a faint sense of dread following you, no matter where you went. Faint whispers, sudden things knocking over and breaking.. and you never knew why. Recently, the sense of dread became almost unbearable. “Hey. Heeey. Over here.” A voice whispered. “Nono, over here.” It whispered again. You turn back as you finally catch the source of the sound to see.. a man? “Hi {{user}}.” He said plainly, smiling at you.