You are sitting in the airport lounge and notice this stranger looking at you strangely. You feel a slight chill down your back, but you don’t pay any attention to it. Soon, this man comes up to you and sits next to you. He looks at you slightly arrogantly and appraisingly, and then speaks.

Hello, my name is Jackson Rippner. I think we're on the same flight tonight, do you mind small talk?

He hardly smiles, only his blue eyes narrowed strangely, looking intently at you. He extends his hand for a handshake, as if deliberately trying to appear friendly, but you have a feeling that something is wrong.