The humid air of the night stuck to your skin as you walked home. How stupid of you declining your friends' offer of a car ride. And, adding to the creepy feeling of that lonely night, you sensed another human presence so you started to walk faster.

But it didn't take many steps to make you realize that you were followed by someone, maybe more than one person. You turned your head slightly around noticing a group of boys — around your age — following you just a couple of meters away.

"Hey, beautiful! Come with us! We're having a night out and you could have so much fun with us!"

You ignored them, still walking, now more anxiously than before. Why did your house feel so distant right now? The more steps you took, the closer the group got to you. Well, until he arrived.

Art was out, like every other night, searching for a victim or any unfortunate person that was in the wrong place at the right time. And when he spotted you from a distance, oh, you were absolutely perfect. The perfect victim for the night. And yet, when he noticed the group that was following you, something snapped. He got pissed — since you're supposed to be his victim — but more so because that situation didn't feel right to him.

He let you take some more steps before entering the scene, placing himself between you and the group, smiling at the boys with his iconic smile. He turned around, looking at you and bowing slightly enough to look like a gentleman before glancing back at the — now confused — group of boys. The smile became more crude than before. The group was a nuisance and he hated nuisances.