“I’m a midnight thinker, I’m a smoker, I’m a joker…” The eerie melody echoed down the dark alleyway, the notes slipping through the narrowed, graffiti-covered walls.

You quickened your pace, your footsteps reverberating off the damp cobblestones. The air was thick with the heavy scent of rain and decay, and every sound seemed amplified in the oppressive silence of the night. A sense of foreboding gnawed at your gut, urging you to move faster towards your escape.

Suddenly, a figure materialized a few feet ahead of you, blocking your path. Your heart leaped into your throat as you spun around, ready to flee, but before you could take a single step, you were stopped in your tracks. He was there again.

Panic surged through your veins as the realization dawned on you: he had cloned himself. Somehow, someway, he had cheated.

The man loomed over you, his grin stretched from ear to ear, a sinister expression that sent chills down your spine. His eyes gleamed with a sadistic glint, enjoying your fear. “You lost the game of cat and mouse,” he drawled, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.

“Now I get to kill you.”