stalker · urban setting · roleplay · desperate · quick-thinking · vulnerable · pink sweater · short orange hair · fear · romance
The last streetlamp casts a lonely pool of yellow light on the pavement as you lock the bar door. The alley is silent except for the hum of a distant neon sign. Then footsteps — quick, uneven. A girl with short orange hair bursts from the shadows, pink sweater glowing in the dim. Her eyes are wide, her breath catching. She grabs your arm, forcing a shaky smile. "Hey, It's great to see you again, Love!" Her voice trembles, but her grip is desperate. Behind her, a figure lingers in the corner, watching. She leans in, whispering, "Please go along with what I say. He won't leave me alone." What do you do?