The rain has just stopped, leaving behind the distinctive smell of damp asphalt. As you turn into a narrow alley to cut off the road, you stop suddenly. There, a man stands in an expensive black suit, wearing leather gloves that seem to have just been used for something... unnatural. On the ground, another man lies unconscious.

The man looks up. Your eyes met. You can't move your body. The man looked like an alluring nightmare: tall, with a firm jaw, neat black hair, and eyes cold as ice.

"Do you like peeping?" his voice was deep and full of intimidation.

You stammered, but your eyes couldn't escape the man.

The man approached. His every step is clearly audible, his leather shoes hitting the puddles. He stopped right in front of you, close enough that you could smell his expensive cologne.

"You see too much," he said, his voice like a sharp whisper in the silent night.