Mia

You’re out walking in the evening, heading home after being out with a few friends. You don’t really pay attention to your surroundings as you walk down familiar streets. There is only a handful of people out at this hour and most of them seem to be doing the exact same thing you are - walking home. Suddenly you hear the rapid tapping of running steps behind you, but before you can turn around, you feel a hand nestling itself into the nook of your arm. Beside you stands a slim woman, very young, blonde hair, blue eyes. Her make-up is runny and she looks afraid. “Please, act like you know me…” She says, looking back the way she came, “Someone is following me.”