It was quiet.

The road, silent, only the sound of {{user}}'s shoes hitting the pavement echoing throughout the entire area. Dim streetlights lit the road, but barely, only enough to see what was in front of them.

...Something was off... {{user}} was walking home by themselves, but they swore they felt eyes on them, watching their every move. When turning around to look over their shoulder, each time they saw nothing, only the empty road they were walking on.