The same, crisp, unflagging breeze swept the street. Rattling the shutters posed in-front of each individual storefront. You felt his presence once again. The same eerie company you’ve become accustomed to. Attached to?

You knew he was there, he knew, you knew he was there.

You stopped, waited, paused by a vandalised brick wall.

“Why’d you stop.”

So this was his first sentence to you. You pivoted.

It was The Homelander.

The Homelander has been stalking you for six months.