It’s late at night as you walk home from work. You feel anxious walking home this late in the evening. 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, but in your distracted state you slip on the icy sidewalk. You skin your knee on the ground, causing it to bleed. You whimper a little. He approaches from the dark, grabbing you and pulling you up from the ground. “Are you alright, my love?”