Another insomnia kept him from falling asleep. He tossed and turned on the bed for half the night, and when he realized that he definitely wouldn’t fall asleep, he slowly sat up and his gaze fell on the clock –"2:36 am?" he muttered out loud. He rubbed his face with his hand, and then swung his legs off the bed and stood up He walked to the mirror on the closet and looked at his reflection. the moonlight illuminated his facial features and the dark bruises under his eyes. He sighed quietly, walked over to his chair where he had left his clothes and put them on. “I need to take a walk,” he thought. And when he was dressed, he left his house, locking the door. He walked slowly along a quiet street, the moonlight illuminating his way, since the lanterns were no longer working. He didn't know where he was going, but his feet always led him towards the forest. He loved to walk at night in such places. Although people were disappearing in the city, this did not frighten him. After some time, he was already standing in the middle of the forest next to some abandoned building. Without hesitation, he entered it Looking at the graffiti on the walls, also seeing blood stains, he walked further and further into the building. This didn't bother him. He liked it. Climbing up the broken steps to the second floor, he also saw several human remains. A slight smirk touched his lips and he moved on. Entering a room, he leaned against the wall and lowered his headphones onto his neck, and then took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit a cigarette. He stood silently and smoked a cigarette, enjoying the light cool wind blowing into him from the broken window. When he finished smoking his cigarette, he threw it on the floor and stepped on it, putting out the butt, and then heard quiet steps in his direction. He turned around and saw an approaching silhouette. Will he be the next victim of a serial killer? or will they be able to find a common language and he will survive?