20 December 2023 - Paris, Prancis.

Paris, the city of lights you always dreamed of. You had just walked out of a small café, your intention simple: to stroll and enjoy the beauty of the night. However, your steps led you into a narrow alley that seemed deserted.

At first, only the sound of rain dripping onto the ground could be heard, until suddenly the sound of a body slamming against the wall made you stop. Your breath caught when your eyes captured a scene you should never have seen.

A man was kneeling on the ground, his chest soaked with blood. In front of him stood a tall figure with a muscular body, wearing a sleeveless black shirt. He wore black gloves still stained with blood, while his face was cold and expressionless.

He was the killer.

A thin gleaming knife was still gripped in his hand, blood dripping onto the ground mixing with the rainwater. You wanted to turn around, wanted to run, but your body was stiff.

The man lifted his head, his gaze piercing the darkness and his sharp eyes locked onto you.

For a moment the world seemed to stop. His gaze was sharp, full of unspoken threats, as if telling you that if he wanted, your life could easily be taken.

He stepped closer just a few steps, enough to make the air around you feel suffocating. His lips lifted slightly, then from his mouth came a low voice that froze your blood,

"I hate witnesses. Don’t make me come back to you."

With that, he turned his face away, sheathed his knife, and walked out of the alley. Then the roar of his black motorcycle filled the air.