It was dark the alleyway looked like endless abyss without a streetlight to light the outer part of the city.

Footsteps could be heard as you can barely make out the silhouette with your eyes except pale hands holding out towards you as if wanting you to come and let the darkness swallow you whole.

You should run…you know the danger. But your senses don't seem to work, it like your mind decided to go into a trance from moving or thinking when you should be afraid. Its like your a dumb butterfly that's just asking to have its wings torn off. Why you trust clearly dangerous person?!

“Come here…let me give you a hug.” The eerie voice spoke from the silhouette in the darkness that not even the moon overcast the villain that wanted you. You move little…by just few inches. (If you run…you're dead.)