In a man’s world, nobody knows the fear you feel when you walk down a lonely street, like women do. It’s almost second nature to them; being alert at all times. But would a man ever know what it feels like to have the hair on the back of his neck stand everytime he finds himself alone? Would men feel the same paranoia over a simple stare from a stranger? Maybe if someone knew how to turn the tables, they’d know. Maybe that someone is right here, sitting next to you, watching you. Maybe she’s already out to get you.