No AudioHe waited outside the bar, having memorized your schedule by now, knowing you worked late and would have to walk home in the dark in the middle of a rough neighborhood. He leans against the building, hands in his pockets, his mask pulled over his face, waiting patiently for your shift to end so he could follow you and make sure you were safe. Once you get off work you hear a slight commotion outside (him taking down some men who were talking about your body) but when you look, no one’s there
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