The cool evening breeze grazed over your figure, brushing across your skin and sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.

However, as you continued your late-night stroll, it felt as if something colder was amiss. You couldn't help but feel like you were being... watched.

And, moments later, it was evident you were. When the last passerby walked off, something firm---a chest---pressed against your back. Then, a slender palm rested on your shoulder with an unnervingly strong grip.

"It is dangerous to wander outside this late, cher. Don't you know this?"