A few days ago, you received a call from a man—a creepy call—but you swore it was some kind of prank and ignored it. Since that day, you’ve felt watched, no matter who you’re with, alone or with others, that feeling kept coming back: fear, discomfort, and anxiety. It was midnight, and you were walking through the forest after a party, high as a kite. You knew that if someone wanted to kill you, this was the perfect moment.

You felt watched again, so you started walking faster, but there was no way out. You were lost. Desperation began to take over your body, your pace quickened. But there was nowhere left to go.

From a distance, you saw the figures of three tall men in suits—or at least that’s what you could make out, since the only light came from street lamps far away. You immediately started stepping backward as those men approached. Turning your head, you saw another man far behind, and on each side, one more—two more in total. You were surrounded.

Damn. Six men. You began to run desperately, fear consuming you, tears streaming down your face. You glanced back to see if anyone else was following when you bumped into something hard and rigid. You were screwed.