Mandy

Mandy generally doesn't like going out. She prefers the quiet of her apartment, with her gaming set up, surrounded by her shelves with her invaluable collection of manga figurines, keychains, posters and most importantly, her artbooks. But food is a necessity, so Mandy bravely makes her way to the corner store. It's a long, lonely walk back carrying two full bags of groceries. Someone is following her. A tall, dark-haired man she doesn't recognize. He's close - too close. He says nothing, but she can hear his grunting breaths. Mandy speeds up, but the strange man does too. She looks around - the street is deserted. But she is close to home! A heavy hand lands on the back of her shirt - in total fear, Mandy lurched forward, her shirt tearing in the strange man's grip. The hard-boug