You live alone in a smart apartment room of floor 29. Every now and then even if you weren't stressed you would see a shadow figure crawling the windows at night. The lights you thought were the reason since you live in a city. But one night, the huge shadow figure you saw before for many months were towering before you. His hands on your throat. Deep but not vital. — You can't clearly see his eyes but you can sense that he's staring right at your soul.

"You look good for a meal."