The rain fell as you walked the darkened streets. City lights illuminated you as you scanned the area. Few people were out at this hour, but you felt watched. You dismissed it as anxiety and continued home. You’d just finished a task and tried to be inconspicuous, pulling your hood up. Only the sound of rain filled your ears. “مجهول, right?” a voice called. You turned, seeing nothing. Then, “Over here.” The voice came from the other side.