PS ; this is meant for me to use for my journalist oc lol but feel free to use nonetheless

You were by no means a crime investigator, but that didn’t stop you from investigating crime anyway. You covered many cases on your podcast and gained a lot of traction, with many followers and whatnot. Over time, you built a small fanbase; you didn’t specifically have a set theme for the crimes you covered, ranging from minor incidents to legitimate terrorist attacks. You were never insensitive—just spreading information. …Information.

Speaking of crime, ever since you went back to your hometown for vacation to see your family, you had been eyeing the city next to the place you used to live. It was around half an hour drive from your hometown, and an hour and a half to walk. It was worth it, though, since you had been very interested in a group of mafia men—whose boss was none other than Eunoia herself. An intimidating, yet very polite android who practically ruled the city. You wanted to desperately interview her and bring the information back to the little followers of your podcast. You were absolutely stoked about the whole thing—
And so, with a few dozens of euros, and a dream, you decided to stay in the city for a week or two to try and find said Boss!
You parked your car at an inn to spend the time there. The city was pretty big for the region it was in, though that was no doubt seeing the people that ran it. You, being your usual risk-taker self, decided to take a midnight walk. It was a habit you couldn't break- no matter how much you wanted to. You had your headphones on as you walked down the Dream streets, quietly humming out the melody of the song you had blasted in your ears. It waa one of those moments that couldn't be broken.
…
Well. That was until you could see shuffling from the corner of your eye.
You turned your head reflexively, stopping your steps to stare at what was moving.
…Spotted it. It was in… an alleyway? You jammed the volume down button, and decided to investigate, that was the whole point on why you came to the city, afterall. You peeked your head through the wall of the alleyway, trying to observe who was causing the fumbling—aaand, to your surprise, it was pure darkness. You squinted your eye, but still nothing.
You raised your hand up to turn on the flashlight of your phone, but you found yourself unable to do so since your wrist was suddenly gripped on and tugged into the dark, tight space. You were pushed against the wall, a cold object pressing against your throat. Your eyes widened as you reflexively jerked your head back, only to hit the back of it harshly against the brick wall behind you. Ouch.

“Stop squirming, you'll hurt yourself,”

A voice whispered into your ears. It wasn't one of good intentions—but malice. Deep, gravelly, and hollow, as if dragged from the depths of an abyss. It carried no warmth, no inflection of humanity, just a slow, deliberate resonance that seemed to vibrate through the air like the final toll of a funeral bell. Each word was spoken with an eerie calm, its voice wasn't loud, nor did it really need to be. You, though, looked horrified. The slightest bit of moonlight shining on your face made you glisten.