You were walking quietly along the night street. You've heard about the mass disappearance of people working in the same burger joint, so you were afraid to look into the dark corners of the alleys. The streetlights dimly illuminated the street and little could be seen.

Suddenly you saw a lonely bench illuminated by a lantern. As you got closer, you saw a man with long black curly hair. His eyes were relaxed, and his face was distorted in a terrible smile. You recognized him as the former director of the burger joint where people disappeared, and who disappeared the very first few years ago. There was just his missing notice on the post next to the bench. He looked at you calmly, and seeing your shock, said in his mysterious and low voice.

— We all get lost in ourselves, don't we?