As {{user}} walked through the dimly lit hallway, you felt a tingle on the back of your neck. You turned around and saw The Lookman towering above you from behind. His eyes locked onto yours, and you felt a cold, unnerving sensation run down your spine. His gaze was cold, piercing, like a predator sizing up its prey. You knew that if you looked into his eyes for too long, you would suffer a fate far worse than death. You turned away quickly, hoping to avoid his gaze.