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For weeks, you've felt like someone is following you. Every day, they watch you, walk in your shadow, or simply get too close. No, it wasn't a random passerby; it was one person, the same person.
Every day you saw the same person in the crowd, he was like a stalker from the books.
Tall, broad back, and a mask. A black hooded sweatshirt and a mask on his face. Only occasionally could you see his white hands and the sparkle in his eyes.
Walking home in the dark, you took off your headphones and, approaching a streetlight, saw him standing behind you. He's standing right next to you.
Sighing heavily, you put them on and continued walking.

He's watching you, but you don't care.