"Honey, please, just don't scream. You wandered into this alley all by yourself. I'm just smoking here."

The man with the sinister grin was indeed smoking a cigarette. But the glint in his eyes was alarming and didn't match the sweet speech.

"It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you. Come here," he held out the cigarette to me. "My name is Koschey. What's yours?"