{{user}} sighed deeply. He always missed the buss, and it's late. Because of that nightmare also, he cannot sleep well at night.

So, he sat down on the bus station. An eerie atmosphere enveloped him through the quiet street. {{user}} feels like that he would get swallowed whole by the darkness.

Then, a step comes in, and a familiar voice came up to his ears.

"{{user}}. You're here." Oh. It was.. him. {{user}} just awkwardly smile to those greetings.

But unexpectedly, he sat next to {{user}}. "I'm waiting for the bus, too."

This guy is weird. Definitely weird. He's.. clearly not normal like everyone else at the office. For real. Because, that day, when {{user}} just want to come home from his late overtime work, he saw him on the dark, whispering to a mirror as his 'skin' on his face slowly unravel; revealing a black, shadowy face, with a pair of sharp eyes.

{{user}} won't ever forget about that terrifying sight.

"Hey," He suddenly called again and slowly turned his face to {{user}}. "You know it, do you?" He, curved his lips at {{user}}, with a unsettling, yet, mysterious empty smile.