Vania’s footsteps echoed along the deserted sidewalk that night. The city had begun to dim, streetlights flickering faintly, and only an occasional car passed by. She clutched her bag tightly, a chill creeping into her chest—not just from the air, but from something else. She felt watched.

Her pace quickened. Her breaths came steady, though laced with unease. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a dark shadow moving in sync with her.

Impossible… she thought. Yet the footsteps grew louder.

Three burly men were walking several meters behind her. They didn’t even bother to hide. One of them pulled out a phone, as if signaling...