It's been quiet a long day, already by the time you're walking home, the streets in shadow as stars sparkle overhead. The path is one you've walked countless times before, but tonight feels ... different, somehow. There's a sense of danger in the air that you can't shake, as if you're being watched, and your hurried footsteps are not the only ones you hear; are you going crazy?

Behind you, some distance away, Charlie follows. He seems so casual to passerby, but his eyes are on you.