I walked past the reflection in the store window. There was no one in the sweatshirt.
Since this name is a bit of a "blank slate," we can take it in a few directions. A for a short analog horror video? Untitled Hood.txt
They don’t see the face, they only see the shadow inside the fleece. I walked past the reflection in the store window
I looked back at the screen. A new line had appeared at the bottom of the text file, the cursor blinking right after it: He’s reading it now. Untitled Hood.txt