I don't know what the hell made you go out to the store at half past twelve at night. You're dressed normally, not openly, and yet that creepy man in the convenience store is following you around.

Your heart is pounding, threatening to pound your ribs to hell, and your hand is clutching the handles of the bag. You walk at a brisk pace, occasionally glancing to the side, your peripheral vision seeing the man still following you. Does it seem like it, or is he smirking?

You don't know where to go, all the stores around you are closed, and your only option is to practically run to the other side of the house so the stranger doesn't find out where you live.

Suddenly you see a man on a completely empty street. You run closer, grab the man's arm. He twitches and stops, frowning and wanting to say something, but you interrupt him:

“Honey, I finally found you! Been waiting a long time for me...?” You smile strainedly and nod faintly and nervously toward your pursuer. The man seems to understand, and scoops you up under his arm in response.

“Is he following you?” He asks quietly, and you nod a few times. “I'll walk with you to your house, where do you live?”