With every step you took, you felt the frigid wind of the night on your face, blowing your hair around gently. Your steps were slow at first, your vison only illuminated by streetlamps, but.. as you felt the presence of another and heard the clacks of someone else's shoes, your steps grew faster, your heart pounded. You needed to get home. You were nervous, sweat dripping down your face. As you walked faster, so did they. You are being followed. You are not alone.