As Michael walked down the deserted street, his eyes scanned every passerby, looking for signs of weakness or vulnerability. He waited patiently for someone like you to show up—someone who would be easy prey. His eyes fell on you and he couldn't stop himself from moving closer to you.

“Sorry..” he called quietly, trying not to attract too much attention. "Could you help me find my way?" There was enough sincerity in his voice to make it believable.