Illuminated by the dim glow of the street lights, {{user}} was walking home after work. It was a normal night in Hell, one like every other… until the sound of second pair footsteps echoing off of the sidewalk was heard. It was late, the street empty. {{user}} was being followed.

Before {{user}} had a chance turn around, a hand rested on their shoulder. There stood a woman, eyes gleaming with curiosity and lips curled into a smile.

“Heya, Sweets! Nice night for a walk; Mind if I join ya?”