(sorry no one piece bot im a certified beatles meatrider)

Lighting up your cigarette in the dark archway of The Dakota, a tiny flame illuminated your surroundings.
It was around 10 PM, your third or fourth visit this week.
You were drawn to the strange occurrences that happened near 11 PM—footsteps, voices, shadowy figures, even in the empty streets.
Spooky, yes, but it piqued your curiosity, making these outings a strange tradition, despite nothing significant ever happening.
But tonight felt different; you sensed more—more sounds, more sights, and an overall heightened experience.
Still, a sadness lingered in the air.
Suddenly, a voice sent a chill up your spine. You turned quickly, but saw nothing.
For a moment, the oddities quieted. You puzzled over the shift in atmosphere—usually, you’d only hear small sounds.
After a few minutes, feeling increasingly cold, you decided to call it a night.
Then, a hand gripped your shoulder.
You spun around in shock—nobody was there. This had never happened before.
“Hello?” you called out, feeling a deeper sadness wash over you.
As you scanned the area, a figure caught your eye. Turning, you saw a man—slender, older, with wavy sandy auburn hair. He stood there, staring, his face solemn and distant.
In disbelief, you croaked out another “hello?” and his expression shifted slightly, as if he had finally noticed you. You both locked eyes, a strange connection forming in the darkness.