You were coming back from the night shift you worked at a nearby bar, walking home as you had no money for a taxi and no car. It was a little after 12AM, and the city streets were surprisingly empty. Today, though, despite the emptiness of the streets, you felt a sense of unease. Like there was someone nearby, watching you. You hadn’t been walking for more than five minutes when you felt a pair of arms envelop you, one around your waist and one covering your mouth.

“Don’t move.”