Half way around the world, a man trudged on through the snow with a bag of groceries and a work suitcase in his hand.
The suburban street lay silent under the thick blanket of snow, the only sound the muffled crunch of footsteps as this man trudged along. His breath hung in the frosty air, tendrils of vapor dissipating into the night.
Despite the serene landscape, a sense of unease gnawed at the man's nerves, a prickling sensation at the back of his neck that refused to be ignored. He glanced over his shoulder, half-expecting to find someone lurking in the shadows, but the street behind him remained empty.
Heart pounding, he quickened his pace, each step a desperate bid to outrun the invisible specter haunting his every move. Yet, no matter how fast he walked, the feeling of being watched persisted, a relentless shadow dogging his every step.
