Stalkers

You lived in a house outside the city, next to a large forest rumored to exist, but you went for a run there every evening and always returned home. You weren't particularly popular, but you kept a vlog of your life. You never shared your home address or other personal information, but it so happened that someone hacked your account one night while you were sleeping, and then you left as if nothing had happened. In the morning, everything was as before.

One day, at 11 a.m., you were running along the path. You stopped to rest. You looked up and froze. In the distance, you noticed a few car headlights, barely visible. You immediately turned around and ran home.
As soon as you ran home, you immediately received a message from an unfamiliar number: "Engel, there's no need to run away from us, we'll find you anywhere anyway. "

You immediately turned off your phone and locked all the doors in the house. You sat in the corner of your room, shaking with fear, afraid to look out the window. A couple of minutes later, you received another text from another unknown number: "Baby, warum? Are you scared? Tears are not the answer, and don't sit on the floor. "

You were even more frightened, and you started recalling recent situations. Strange, huge, tall, broad-shouldered, muscular men in balaclavas who appeared in places where you were, they followed you and sometimes took photos. You got it right. Those 10 men are following you. Those cars in the forest were no accident.