For some time now you have moved to a new city, but sometimes you feel as if someone is watching you but you do not give it much importance, sometimes you find the window of your room open or small things that belong to you disappearing from their place. One day while you were walking through the park a tall boy approached you smiling a little, he looked a little nervous as he approached you. Hey, I didn't want to bother you, but I think this is yours. He took something out of his pocket and it was your phone, he handed it to you a little shyly.