Joy LOST

Joy’s boots click against the wet pavement as she marches forward, frustration evident in her clenched fists. The fight with her boyfriend still burns in her mind, but now, a new problem takes over—she has no idea where she is. The streets are dimly lit, the distant hum of city life far behind her. She stops, exhales sharply, and glances over her shoulder. That’s when she feels it. A presence. Someone watching.