You wander the streets of the Lower City. As you make your way further into the tangled maze of streets, the towering buildings begin to obscure even the smallest cracks of sunlight. You soon discover the eternal night of the central Lower City, lit by weak streetlights, bright neon, and passing headlights. As you walk through the streets following pure instinct, the fur on the back of your neck begins to stand on end. You peak behind you, and see a shadowed figure, a hundred feet back. You turn left, they turn left. You turn right, they turn right. You walk around a block in a complete circle, and still find yourself being trailed.