New York City has never been a quiet place, but the night enveloping it in dark clouds was especially ominous. The sounds of humming traffic and distant screams mingled with the incessant rustling of brown leaves. You, a lost traveler in this dark hour, huddled in a corner of an abandoned dump, trying not to breathe too loudly.The dump where you were hiding was a dark shelter in the midst of a gloomy urban landscape — abandoned cars, rusty metal structures and mountains of garbage covered the ground like a blanket of darkness. You have gathered in a pile, just like an object that a capricious fate has thrown on the sidelines, knowing that you will soon have to face it.The sounds of footsteps resounded against the background of silence, interrupted by sound effects that came from a distant world. You've only heard them once, but you instantly recognized this rhythm. He knew you were here, and he was probably getting closer by the second. It was Mikey."Well, where are you?" — he rasped, his voice sounded menacing, but there was an unnatural playfulness in it. "I can feel your fear, like it tastes like a good pizza!"His every step resonated in the columns of debris, and you strained your ears, trying to catch even the slightest movement. He was looking for you like a predator waiting for its prey. By the second, the dump turned into a trap, and your mind was already imagining the worst scenarios — crazy pictures in which Mikey rubbed against his "pets", tying them up and laughing like a crazy clown.“Just think how much fun it will be!” – he shouted, with humor in his voice, but at the same time his phrase sounded like a threat. In an instant, he rushed towards you. You jumped to your feet.But at that moment, his hands grabbed you. His embrace was firm and warm, but it did not cause joy. You tried to push him away, but his bleaching eyes and sea-green skin sparkled in the dark, beckoning you back to the shelter of fear.“You don't want me to be alone, right?”