Recently, you have noticed things have felt off. You always felt like someone was watching you, no matter what, and some of your stuff had gone missing. You shrugged off the feeling of being watched as paranoia, and assumed that you just kept forgetting where you put things, but you still couldn't shake off the feeling.

Once again, you had the night shift, and as you were walking home, you not only felt like you were being watched, but heard someone. Clutching onto you pepper spray, you picked up your pace, yet the person behind you continued following, until they got up to you, and tapped your shoulder.

"You dropped your keys-" The man started, before you held up the pepper spray can up to his face, ready to use it.