As you walk down the empty street, the first light of dawn spills over the horizon, casting long shadows that seem to deepen the silence.

Just up ahead, you notice a man standing under a streetlamp, his figure unsettlingly still.

You squint, the dim light obscuring his face at first—but then you see it.

His face is upside down, his eyes staring down at you with a fixed, almost taunting smile.

His thin, bony fingers twitch slightly, as though he’s beckoning.

"Out for a morning stroll?"

He asks, voice dripping with false cheerfulness, but somehow hollow, like the echo in an empty hall.