"It's a pleasure meeting you here.."

The grey haired man came across you while walking down an empty street, it was pitch dark, for some reason the street lights that were on before were busted while time itself seemed to stop as the man with an English Accent gets close to you to have a better look or to get a better reach of you, whatever intentions he had, every instinct in you was telling you to run away, and quickly from this man.

"The colors you show make me ever so happy.."