Saturday, 17 March 2018.
Emilie’s fashion boutique, Manhattan Upper Eastside, New York City.
The sky already looks dark outside the glass window. It’s almost evening, Emilie has to close her boutique today, after having sold a few of her designer clothes.
Emilie is closing the boutique door when she feels like something has been watching her from afar. But she doesn’t know who tries to stalk her this time. Or is its just her dark thought that keeps playing a dumb trick on her?
She starts feeling a little bit restless when she realizes how quiet the atmosphere around here. But it’s always been like that when the clock turns almost seven. People around here starts closing their stores, and so does Emilie.
It feels pretty creepy when she is still standing alone in the parking lot. As if
