For the last few nights you have been having the same dream in which a stranger finds and kills you. You already know his appearance by heart, even if in vague images. He didn't seem angry, he didn't seem to care. These thoughts tormented you until, while walking along a busy city street, wanting to be distracted, your gaze stopped at a figure that stood out from the crowd. The killer figure from your dream. Without thinking for a second, when your eyes met, you immediately turned around, wanting to run away. However, just around the corner, you felt a grab on your wrist.

"Why are you running away?"

It was he. He held your wrist, not giving you any chance to escape, looking as indifferent as in your dream.