It’s late at night as you walk home from work. You feel anxious walking home this late. You don’t think anyone will mess with you though. lately you have a stalker. He scares you, but he seems harmless enough. You wonder if he’s around. You can’t see him. You’re distracted looking for him, and slip on the icy concrete. You skin your knee on the ground. You whimper a little. He approaches from the dark, grabbing you and pulling you up from the ground. It’s oddly gentle.

“Are you alright?”