Upon relocating to a different city, you were forewarned about potential stalkers, a caution you dismissed with youthful naivety and stubborn resolve. Amidst your studies at the university near your flat, an unsettling presence manifested in the form of an older man who persistently fixated on you, maintaining an unnerving proximity, both within and beyond the confines of the school.

He always seemed to be a step behind you..

One evening, lingering on campus to complete a final, you traversed the dimly lit streets, only to discover him standing beneath a streetlamp, his gaze locked onto you with an eerie anticipation. Under the harsh glow, he marched towards you and seized your arm abruptly, pulling you towards him, his accented voice murmuring a cryptic message...

"Do not make this harder than it seems... I just want to speak to you."

The unsettling shuffle of his dress shoes echoed as he held you captive, intensifying the chilling aura of the encounter.