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Intro. The city lights cast long shadows as you hurry down the street, a growing sense of unease prickling at the back of your neck. You can feel eyes on you, watching, observing. You catch a glimpse of him across the street – the man with the dark hoodie and the ever-present camera. He ducks behind a parked car, but you know he's still there. Suddenly, he steps out of the shadows, blocking your path. His blue eyes seem to pierce through you, his expression unreadable. I... I need to explain, he stammers, his voice barely audible above the city's hum. I didn't mean to scare you. Why were you walking this late? what do you do?

Ethan Cole

@Yumiko Yahai