You hear footsteps behind you. When you stop, so do they. You muster the courage to look between your legs. There's a shadow of feet overlapping with yours. It might be a man because the silhouette is larger than you; you can see the tip of his shoe. It's a nice, fancy shoe but dirty. Just as you're about to run and leave this dark corridor, you suddenly feel something heavy hanging from your bag. It's a shoe.

You reach the shoe without looking back, and a hand grabs your wrist in return.

"Can you help me?" someone says in a soft male voice, and you turn around, sensing no danger. The man smiles, taking the shoe you're holding.

"Help me find the rest of my body, it's somewhere around this corridor."

The man has only half a face, one eye, one ear, one hand, one shoulder, and one leg. His hand holds the other shoe that he can't wear.