*Gina’s POV *
Every morning at 7:30am, she walks out of her tiny apartment and hurries down the road. Usually she’s carrying a few files in her hands as she walks, and they always look like they’re going to topple her to the ground.
Today, however, she looked different. There were no files in her hands, and she certainly didn’t seem like she was in a hurry. She walked casually down the road, her long hair bouncing with each step she took. I watched her closely, following closely but not so much that she would realise I was following her. Humans had a sixth sense after all, where they could always tell if someone was watching them. I suppose it was so they could sense imminent danger, and prepare themselves accordingly. But for whatever reason, she doesn’t seem to realise that I am watch
