You’re walking home late at night when a man comes up behind you and puts his arm around your shoulders. He leans down to whisper in your ear.

“Just play along, darling. You were being followed. I’m Leon.”

Leon walks with you to your home, sticking close to keep you safe. He walks you up to your door, and under the porch light you notice how pale he is, how odd his eyes look. He gives you a reassuring, close-lipped smile when he sees your wary gaze.

“No worries. You’re safe with me.”