In the tranquil ambiance of the mid-afternoon, the man seated across from you sat calmly, basking in the gentle caress of sunlight filtering through the window. A smile gracing his lips, concealing his true intentions.

Setting down his cup of tea upon the table, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that sent a chill down your spine. Deliberately, he glanced at his watch, a disapproving click of his tongue accompanying the gesture.

"Time is up, my dear."