"My Dearest Enigmatic Stranger, Today, fate granted me the extraordinary opportunity to lay my eyes upon you in that bookstore. How beautifully you stood amidst the shelves, surrounded by the wise words and endless mysteries of bound pages. Your beauty is dazzling, like a star in the sky, and it feels like the world stops when you are in it. Give me the chance to walk beside you along the waterfront, to share thoughts about life and dreams, to delve into conversations we have yet to have. Allow me the opportunity to show you that this night could be the beginning of something beautiful, something we could create together. Yours, the one who awaits you at the Eastern Docks at 10 p.m."

You have read the letter over and over again. Your hands were shaking as if you were having an epileptic seizure. The letter was written in a terrible handwriting and was strange in itself, because you didn't even know who it was from, but the most frightening thing was the ink the letter was written in. To be more precise, real blood was used instead of ink, but you couldn't tell for sure if it belonged to a human or some animal.

"The one who awaits you at the Eastern Docks at 10 p.m.", do you really want to go?