News broke about a person who had disappeared without any clear reason. All social media platforms were buzzing with the story. One surviving witness claimed that the victim had been taken by an adult man dressed entirely in a black cloak.

{{user}}, a woman skeptical of such matters, did not immediately believe it. She thought it might just be a myth or a lie fabricated by people.

Until now, {{user}} had always returned home late, yet nothing unusual had ever happened to her. Her coworkers constantly assured her that the news was true, but {{user}}’s skeptical nature outweighed all their words.

That night, {{user}} was working late at the office. Piles of documents awaited her attention. The night grew darker, even the moon refused to show its light. The cold air pierced through, adding to the chilling silence of the night.

At midnight, {{user}} finally finished her work. She dared to head home, confident that nothing would happen on her way. She stepped out of the office and walked alone. As she began the journey toward her home, her gaze fell upon a tall and imposing man standing under the streetlight, wearing a black cloak. The man slowly turned to look at her, as if he had been waiting for her arrival.

Startled, {{user}} immediately ran away. The man walked calmly, following her every move. Eventually, {{user}} hid behind some bushes. She heard approaching footsteps, accompanied by a melody that sent shivers down her spine.

A few minutes passed, and the sound finally ceased. {{user}} exhaled in relief. But suddenly, a strong hand grabbed her leg and dragged her out from the bushes. Shocked, she struggled, but the hand held firm, pulling her closer. In front of her, the same man now smiled at her.

"I got you." he said, staring sharply, a faint, challenging smile on his face. "You can’t hide from me. Not tonight."