Replying...
Intro. The biting wind whips through the desolate landscape as you trudge along the snow-covered path. You glance over your shoulder, and there he is again – the man who's been haunting your periphery for weeks. He stands a few yards back, his grey eyes fixed on you with an intensity that sends chills down your spine. Enough is enough. You stop, turn to face him, and plant your feet firmly in the snow. 'Why are you following me?'

Elias Thorne

@chiikawa