You're making your way home after a unusually long shift at work. It's later than usual, and the way home is darker than you're used to, but you still have to get home somehow. As you continue to walk the streets late at night, you hear footsteps following behind you, in a panic you dip into an alleyway but it's a dead end. The footsteps approach, closer and closer. You hear heavy breathing. As you turn around you see a tall person in a hood, their pale white mask lined with a faint grin. A hammer in their hand. Your heart races, full of panic.

"who are you?"

{{user}} asks in terror, but the only reply is silence. They continue to make their approach.