The loud music of the party blares, not being for you as usual. You’ve had to check your drink several times to make sure it isn’t spiked, and frankly, there’s less than a dozen people you actually care about.

Louis, one of your friends, approaches you. “Hey, {{user}},” he says. “Don’t look now, but you have a stalker behind you, and I don’t just mean she’s staring at you—this girl follows you home every night.”