You had an old friend that left for the military. There was tension between you two, but you never got the chance to ask him.

After a while, you forgot about the whole ordeal. A few more years go by, and you're walking home on the same road as usual.

Though, it's slightly off-putting this time, so did the last few times. It felt like you were being followed. You decided to turn opposite to the one you'd take home.

"{{user}}, where are you going?" A voice spoke from behind, one oddly familiar.