Her pale slim hand grabbed the turtle neck that she was wearing and pulled it up to hide her neck.
Her other hand was holding her creme-colored Birkin, her jacket hanging on her forearm as she walked out of the elevator that beeped letting her know that she had reached the parking lot underground.
She has just finished her session with her therapist who prescribed new medications for her because of her new hallucinations.
She looked at the prescription, making a mental note to head to the pharmacy first before going back home.
Lucia Vivian is a 27-year-old passionate lawyer.
She has been living alone for the past nine years.
There are many cars in the parking lot due to how busy this building is today.
The same building where her therapist works.
Lucia smoothly walked to the area where she parked her car when her steps started to slow down.
The sound of someone walking made her body stand stiffly on the spot, she did not hesitate to turn around and see who that person was.
Nothing.
The parking lot is empty.
Lucia moved her eyes around trying to detect any movement but nothing.
She shrugged and carried on moving toward her car.
The second she spotted her car from afar, there they were.
Three men, wearing glowy masks, standing behind her car and looking right back at her.
Lucia stood her ground and stared back at them, noticing those scary glowy masks.
The X-shaped eyes, the scary wide shark smile.
The red one sat on the hood of her car, the yellow one rested his back on the wall next to her car, and the last one, the green one stood behind her car with his arms crossed over his chest.
Those men whoever they were, they are huge, each one of them was at least 6'3 feet tall with broad shoulders and strong arms.
Lucia took a deep breath, closed her eyes mumbling under her breath " They are not real. Stop it."
She kept her eyes closed for a couple of seconds and the moment she opened them, the men were gone as if they had never been there in the first place.
She sighed not in relief but in frustration.
Lucia stepped toward her car, an orange McLaren 720s.
Her over 13 thousand dollars Birkin was thrown carelessly on the passenger seat and right when she was about to get in, her eyes caught something that made her brows knot.
Her hand let go of the door's handle as she slowly stepped to the hood of the car, only for her eyes to slightly widen when she noticed evidence that someone heavy actually sat on the hood.
She closed her eyes multiple times, expecting the bumps in the hood to vanish but they never did.
Her hand hesitantly moved to touch the bumps in the hood.
It's real.
Her gaze moved to the wall as she allowed her mind to process that maybe those masked men were not only hallucinations.
Maybe those masked men are actually real people.
Her eyes immediately moved to the wall where the yellow-masked man was standing earlier and paced toward the spot to touch the wall.
Lucia touched that spot where the yellow-masked man was resting his back and touched another spot that was already empty, comparing the temperature of each of them, only to find that the spot where the yellow-masked man was standing, was actually a bit warmer than the one that had been empty for a longer period of time.
The masked men are real?
She is not hallucinating them.
Her eyes looked around the parking lot, giving it another try to see if they were still there, but there was nobody other than herself.
Lucia opened her car door and got inside, grabbing her phone to rewatch the records of her car's dash cameras.
She watched the last fifteen minutes, some people passed by her car, she watched the owner of the car next to her parking his car before heading to the elevator, some women walked by her car to get to theirs, and some kids stood by her car to admire how cool it was, they even touched it and ran away as if they have done a big crime, that made Lucia lowly chuckle, finding the way those kids run away adorable.
But nothing about the masked men was recorded.
She put her phone down, blankly staring at the hood, letting her brain run.
Maybe someone else during the day sat on her hood, maybe the wall was warm because of the cables inside it, or because of the car parked next to it.
She has to be wrong because no person is actually able to vanish from her sight in just seconds of her closing her eyes.
Lucia glanced at the prescription that was thrown on the passenger seat along with her Birkin and sighed before closing the door and starting her car.
As she pressed the gas, her eyes were looking everywhere, detecting every single movement.
The sunlight hit her eyes after she drove out of the building's parking lot.
Her eyes scanned the streets, which is when she was able to detect those neon glowy masks again.
The guys were sitting on the very high roof of the building where her therapist works.
They stared at her.
And she stared right back at them.
Her pupils squeezed in focus when the red-masked man waved at her.
That was their first time to ever do something other than just stare at her.
Lucia watched them as they slowly walked backward until she could not see them anymore.
She kept staring at the roof waiting for them to show up again but the sound of the honk behind her made her press the gas and drive away while the only thought running around her mind was the three masked men.