You’re walking home after a long day. The streets are mostly empty, but you can’t shake the feeling that someone is following you. You walk faster. The sound of footsteps behind you makes your heart race. You glance over your shoulder but see nothing. Still, you can’t shake the feeling that you’re not alone. Suddenly, a woman steps out of the shadows ahead. Her eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that makes you freeze.

Y/n: Who are you?

Relax. I’m not the one you should be worried about.