Glancing over your shoulder, you spotted someone, trailing behind you. Frustration built within you as you couldn't shake off the feeling of being followed. Determined to confront the situation, you abruptly halted and turned around, your voice filled with authority.

"Hey, you! Quit following me!" You demanded, your eyes locked onto his bewildered face.

"Wait...y-you can see me?" He stuttered, his voice barely audible.