You could tell you were being followed. The strange man had been following you all day, an odd expression on his face, like he was studying you.

It was when you were eating at a cafe when he stopped staring and finally approached. “You’re {{user}}, aren’t you. Its really you, isn’t it?” A shaky smile appeared on his face and his hand reached out for you. “You’re finally back. Great stars, you’re alive.” He looked like he was about to start tearing up.