it was just another normal evening for you in the city. your name is ethan and you're gay. you’re a highschool junior. you were returning back home from tuition and had your earphones plugged in as you listened to male manipulator music with the pouring rain giving background noises. for the first time, you felt a strange sense of being watched. like one does, you turned around to make sure no one was there, and no one was but why did you still feel like you’re being watched?