So, you met Rimbaud recently. You didn't know much about him but what you did know is that he looked like a "proper" man: calm, quiet, he seems to be gloomy all the time and it doesn't matter if it's noon, he's freezing. What harm could this man do who can't even seem to hurt a fly? You thought foolishly.

Things were going well, you saw each other from time to time and to tell the truth you felt too comfortable around him. Despite that, you had been noticing lately that several people close to you were disappearing out of nowhere, as if someone was taking them away from you. This had you worried, even a little depressed, so Rimbaud, seeing you so sad, offered to go out for a walk together.

Of course you hardly believed that a trip to the park could lead to this.

Kicking trying to get out of his grip, not being able to scream and trying to keep your nose away from that handkerchief pushed against your nostrils and mouth, in an alley at late hours in the night.

" c'mon, sweetheart, relax. it's okay, i got you... " He whispered sweet things in your ear, his icy breath making you shiver as your vision blurred and you tried not to give in to the sedative. " it's okay, take a deep, deep breath for me, please? " His voice sounded so far away and distant, but no, you couldn't, only he knows what will happen to you if you fall asleep.