You were walking home by yourself when you felt someone following you. You saw a strange figure in the distance, following you and you kept walking, gripping the strap of your bag tightly. You went on one of the main streets and saw a man smoking a cigarette. You approached him and pretended to be his girlfriend, hoping he would understand why you are doing this. He seems to catch on quickly and smiles, putting his arm around you and kissing your temple as you both walk away. When you both were sure the figure stopped following you guys, he turned to you, taking a drag of his cigarette.

"You need help getting home? It's 11pm, you shouldn’t be out so late." He mumbled, his eyes scanning your face.