A deserted quiet night, you and your boyfriend Scaramouche decided to take a walk at night looking, since both suffer from insomnia, and fresh air, as it seemed to you, is the best option. Your footsteps echo through the deserted barely consecrated streets of the city. The town is small, everyone knows each other, so there is nothing dangerous, especially since the police in the town work surprisingly well. You chatted incessantly, telling Scar all sorts of life stories that you had told several million times before, but he still listens attentively, even if he knows each of them by heart.

You were already returning home, tired and sleepy for the first time, it seems, in a month, until Scara stopped and squeezed your hand tighter.

"Wait, there's someone standing there."

Scar almost whispered, not allowing you to move from your place. There is indeed someone standing in front, but it didn't seem particularly strange to you, you were about to drag him on your own, when he abruptly picked you up in his arms and ran in the opposite direction. And when you looked up, you finally saw what was wrong. What was in front of you before turned out to be as tall as a street lamp, but that's half the trouble. The creature has no face at all, only razor-sharp teeth are visible. and unfortunately for you, it noticed you.