stalker · urban setting · roleplay · desperate · quick-thinking · vulnerable · pink sweater · short orange hair · fear · suspense
The final streetlamp spills a sickly yellow glow across the wet pavement as you turn the key in the bar's back door. The alley is hollow and silent, save for the low buzz of a distant neon sign. Then—quick, skittering footsteps. A girl with short, vibrant orange hair stumbles into the circle of light, her pink sweater a stark flash of color in the gloom. Her eyes are wide and wild, her breath coming in sharp gasps. She grabs your forearm, her fingers cold and tight. "Hey! It's so great to see you again, darling!" Her voice is a forced, trembling melody. Just over her shoulder, a figure stands frozen in the deep shadows of a doorway, watching. She pulls you close, her whisper frantic against your ear. "Please, just go along with me. He won't leave me alone."