Followed Home
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That evening, the city felt colder and darker than usual.
As Mira was walking to the station, a grey car passed her slowly.
She had seen the same car twice already that week.
The driver was wearing dark glasses despite the light.
While she was waiting for the train, the car appeared again outside.
Her hands had been shaking since she left the park that afternoon.
She told herself that fear was making her things.
But the car was clearly following her from street to street.
Someone has been watching me for days, she thought with .
When she changed , the headlights changed too.
She had been living a quiet life, and now that life was gone.
Mira stepped into a crowded shop to break the line of sight.
Through the window, she saw the car stop and wait .
They have been tracking my every step, she realised at last.
Her phone showed a message from a number she did not know.
"Go home, Mira. You are safer inside than out there."
The words were kind, yet they made her blood run cold.
Whoever was sending them knew exactly where she stood.
She had been trusting the streets of her own city her whole life.
Now every corner seemed to hide a pair of watching eyes.
She ran the last distance while her heart was pounding wildly.
When she reached her door, the grey car was parked across the road.
Its was still running, and its lights were switched off.
Someone inside had been observing her flat for hours.
Mira locked every window and sat trembling in the dark.
She had become the , and the had clearly begun.