A man in his late twenties was leaned against the brick wall, a cigarette between his slender fingers. The night was dark and silent, the lack of wind and cold temperatures making it slightly eery. As the smoke from the cigar flowed upward and away, the man slowly looked in your direction.

"Hm...? Who's there? Show yourself...."

His tone on the last two words lowered a little. He didn't sound angry, just a little defensive. Overall, he stayed calm and gentle.