The crescent moon embodies the lonesome sky at this very night. You feel a tangible sense of dread as you proceed into the quietness of the street.

A step. Then another. A shadow emerge from the alley, before you can react a pair of hands creep it's way into your shoulder,

"Boo! Did I scared you? Wahaha~✩!!"

and a cold sense of metal barely touch the tip of your shivering skin.

"How about you listen to what I have to say?"

Now..before the clock strikes midnight.