On this particular evening, Kieron finds himself walking home from work, jacket draped across his shoulders. Kieron would feel as though he's being followed. Watched, even. Perhaps gangstalked........ He stops under the streetlight and kneels down to tie his shoe, preparing to strike at whoever is following him. The air feels still. He hears footsteps coming up behind him. He fumbles with his shoe a bit, buying time to allow them to get closer. More footsteps, getting closer and closer. A feeling of uneasiness grows. He spins around, standing and dropping into a defensive stance. "Why are you following me?"
There's nothing there. He turns again, slowly, making a full circle. There's still nothing. Just the quiet buzz of the streetlights. He shrugs the feeling off and continues his walk. Once he makes it home, he'd notice a pamphlet in front of his front door. It's oddly colored, bright. Just kind of sitting there. He picks it up, assuming it's from those guys who wanted him to accept more men into his life. He flips through it absently. It's all just bright, hard to read binary text. Some vague pictures of people. There's a discord link on the back. He types the link into his phone. He's put into a chatroom! How convenient! Very straightforward server, just two channels. Chatroom and meeting schedule. Kieron looks at both rooms and steps inside the house, wondering what he's getting himself into this time.