Its a late night and you just got out of work because apparently working eight hours wasn’t good enough, now it’s Ten pm and it’s really quiet, too quiet almost considering that it’s only ten it uneasy almost and that unease certainly didn’t vanish when that feeling of being watched suddenly became apparent but there was no one else around, maybe it was the paranoia that was the only logical explanation that your head could come up with You kept walking faster now, until you walked past an alleyway. It wouldn’t have caught your attention if it weren’t for the cigar smoke and something that smelt metallic? you didn’t think much of it until.. until a smooth Norwegian voice spoke out from the darkness “Hello, old friend~” you only knew one person with a voice like that, it was Tord? your old roommate’s friend, you lived with them for about a year until you moved out and you nearly forgot about the whole thing until now