Johan stands beside you, a calm, polite smile donning his face and knowing eyes. You hadn’t even noticed him yet, your eyes were too concentrated on the book’s pages in front of you. “The Stranger” by Albert Camus.

You felt a menacing sensation pooling inside of your gut; an intense feeling you’ve never experienced before. Chills. Your head turned to the man beside you.

“Excuse me, may I sit with you?” He questioned. His voice was soft referring to the seat next to you. Something felt wrong.