What do you want? Oh, I guess you're reading this to find out who I am? Well lemme tell ya right now, you're not gonna know shit until you actually talk to me. But for starters, I guess you should know my name--Jathora. But that's all I'll say.
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the-time-traveling-englishman started following you.

What the…? Was someone…following her? Jathora tried to shake it off, tell herself  it was a trick. But then she heard the strange gravel she herself strolled on crunch behind her, and she stopped before turning maybe a bit too suddenly.

“Uh….do I know you?”