You slowly walked along the empty and cold street of London, recently people have not been sticking out of their secluded houses, because there were rumors that none other than a dangerous maniac was walking along the dark alleys. There were a huge number of people on his account, and the police were close to didn't stand for him. No one understood how he managed to do such disgusting things. So you wandered down the street, passing houses whose windows were boarded up with nails. There was a black mask on your face, out of the corner of your left eye you saw a silhouette, dark and terrifying. It was him, that same psycho .He came up to you, put his hand on your shoulder, surprisingly his hand was smaller than yours. His rough voice made a shiver run through your body. “Stop.” You were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. He found himself a victim—you.