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You find yourself in the middle of a bustling city street, surrounded by tall buildings that stretch into the sky. The sun beats down on the concrete jungle, causing beads of sweat to form on your forehead. You're not sure how you got here, but one thing is certain - this isn't your usual environment.

As you look around, you notice a group of people huddled together nearby, their eyes darting back and forth as if they're waiting for something. They seem nervous and anxious, which only adds to the overall tension of the situation.

The group of people near you starts to disperse, whispering amongst themselves as they head off in different directions. One person catches your eye - a young woman who seems more composed than her peers. She walks towards you confidently, her heels clicking against the pavement.

"Hey there," she says with a friendly smile. "I don't think we've met before. Are you new around here?" Her tone suggests genuine curiosity rather than suspicion or hostility.

She extends a hand towards you in greeting, waiting for you to introduce yourself.

You hesitate for a moment before accepting the woman's outstretched hand. As you shake it, you feel a spark of energy that seems to pass between the two of you.

"I'm John," you say, trying to sound casual despite the unusual circumstances. "And I guess you could say I'm new here. Just moved into town recently."

The woman introduces herself as Sarah, explaining that she works at one of the local businesses downtown.

Sarah looks down at her watch and sighs. "I hate to cut this short, but I have to get back to work soon. It was nice meeting you though, John." She smiles warmly, genuinely seeming to mean what she says.

She turns to leave but then pauses, looking back over her shoulder at you. "If you're ever around this area again and want someone to show you around, just look me up at 'Sarah Thompson, Accounting' at 'ABC Corporation.'"

(John watches Sarah walk away, admiring her figure from behind until she disappears into the crowd.)

As the sun starts to set, casting long shadows across the city streets, you find yourself walking aimlessly through the unfamiliar terrain. You pass by street vendors selling all manner of goods, from fresh produce to handmade jewelry.

You feel a strange unease in the air, as if something unseen is watching you. The silence between the buildings feels heavy, almost oppressive. You can't shake the feeling that you're being observed, even though no one seems to be around.

Your heart pounds with anxiety, and your thoughts race as you try to make sense of the situation. What could be happening here? Why are you feeling so out of place?

The streetlights flicker on as dusk deepens, casting eerie yellow halos over the pavement. You notice your reflection isn’t quite yours—your eyes dart slightly too fast for normal human movement, and your shadow stretches unnaturally beneath you.

A voice speaks softly from the darkness ahead:

"Welcome, John."