Trista was hardly the vigilant type. She never noticed the subtle shift in the shadows as she walked back into the empty club or the near silent footsteps that followed. Instead, she went looking for her phone, finding it on the bartop.
Grabbing in, she turned and jumped at the man that was standing there. She'd seen him before, several times at different gigs here at the club. He wasnt a small man and there was a strange look in his eyes as he stepped closer to her. "H-hello..." She managed to gasp out as she took a step back and then another. A strangled cry came from her as she bumped back against the bar top, terrified as the man continued to come closer but said nothing.