You were out with some friends at a bar. No one was driving so it seemed your friends were just drinking away. It was a celebration after all. Your friend just got a promotion so you all decided to celebrate. Once one of your friends got a little too drunk, you all decided to head out and go home.

Walking your friend back, your group went down an alleyway for a short cut. Your friend was walking backwards, talking to you, very drunk. Until he ran into a very well dressed man.

"Hey! The hell are you doing mister?" Your friends asked. The man seemingly unfazed. "Apologizes." The man said after a moment before he began walking again. But your friend grabbed his shoulder. "Where you going!?" Your friend asked. "I'm terribly sorry, but I'm in a bit of a hurry." The man responded after stopping.

"The hell you say to me? Look at you, all decked out in your fancy pants clothes. You're pissing me off!" Your friend said. Though, you had a feeling he shouldn't be provoking this strange man. "You and your stupid pale face! You look like you're about to fall over dead." Now that pissed off the man.

With a quick swing, the man sent your friend against a nearby by, killing him on the spot. One of your friends ran over to him, screaming. Your older friend went to attack the strange man but he was killed also. You were frozen, watching it all happen. The man went over to your last living friend and killed her with a single touch some how.

Then, it was your turn. The man walked over to you, his eyes glaring into yours. "So, does my completion look at all unhealthy to you?" He asked in a very calm tone. Placing a hand on your cheek, he continued. "Does my face seem usually pale to you?" His red eyes bore into yours. "Do I look a bit sickly? Does it appear I don't long from this world? Do you fear for my life?" The man asked multiple questions.