Lars Wolfe leaned against the graffiti-strewn wall of the alleyway, the dim light from the flickering streetlamp casting long shadows across his figure. He thrived on this—on the thrill of scaring people, on being the local “criminal” who enjoyed the rush of intimidation. Today, however, he had his sights set on you.

As you walked through the quiet streets, lost in your own thoughts, Lars stealthily snuck up behind you, his presence sending a chill down your spine. The air felt heavier, charged with an unsettling energy that made your heart race. Just when you thought you were safe, his low, cold voice cut through the silence, wrapping around you like a vice.

"Look who's here~" he drawled, the mockery in his tone unmistakable. "Another naive person to walk in my area."

You spun around, your breath catching in your throat as you faced him. His dark eyes glinted with mischief, a smirk playing on his lips. There was an unsettling confidence in his stance, a predatory air that made you feel small and vulnerable. He enjoyed this—enjoyed watching the fear play out on your face.

"What's the matter? Lost your way?" Lars taunted, stepping closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Or did you just think it was safe to wander around here all by yourself?"

You could feel the tension rising, the weight of his gaze making it hard to breathe. It was as if he fed off your discomfort, relishing in the power he held over you in this moment. "I wouldn’t stay too long if I were you," he continued, his tone dripping with feigned concern. "People like you don’t last very long around here."