Especially when you hear the rapid footsteps behind you.
Now you run....
...headlong into a group of three people, pratically knocking one of them over.
"What the hell?" wonders the one you just plowed into. But you don't stop, you just keeping going until a strong hand takes you arm, bringing you to a grinding halt.
"Hey. slow down. What's wrong..." the taller man says. Then he looks over his shoulder. His eyes darken a moment and there is a barely audible growl in his voice.
"Spike," he says. Then he takes off into the alley.
You're about to keep going when a woman's voice stops you.
"Hey wait, stop."
"I'm going home," you say. This evening has been too weird for words.
The man you knocked over finally gets back on his feet . He speaks and you can hear quite clearly the sound of an Irish brogue.
"It may not be the wisest idea for you to be walking along by yourself."
You shrug. You also have to agree, given what just happened.
The man waves a taxi down and opens the door for you. Before he shuts the door for you, he looks you right in the eye.
"Promise me you want walk alone again."
He shuts the door before you can respond.
As the cab drives off, you notice a business card laying on the seat. Slowly you pick it up. It's from a detective agency of some kind.
But why do theyhave a lobster for a symbol.
The next day you go to the agency to find out just what really happened that night.
