Preface

You always know when you are being watched. It's the feeling of when your skin goes cold and when you hear nothing but the loud sound of silence. I try to press down on the nozzle, but the sweat from my hand makes the can slip. The can crashes to the ground in a dull thud, and I wince as it stays intact. The can starts to roll. It seems as if something man made is controlling it. I turn around to grasp for the can, but it is no longer in sight. So I stand alone in the dark alley. Or so I thought.