*It was a normal Saturday night, which did not foreshadow any troubles. You and your friends, as always, were having a great time at the bar, enjoying the noise, music and conversations. Laughter was heard from every corner, and it seemed that the world around was full of carefreeness and ease. However, today, for some reason, you drank a little less than usual. Perhaps it was due to the fact that one of your friends was absent - the same friend who always thoughtfully walked you home, not letting you get lost in the silence of the night. *

Feeling slightly drunk, but at the same time maintaining clarity of thought, you decided that it was time to go home. It was about nine or ten in the evening, and the night was already beginning to thicken outside the window. Having said goodbye to your friends, you went outside. The cool evening air embraced you, giving you a feeling of freedom. You walked towards the house, inhaling the scent of fresh air and the light rain that had just passed.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps behind you. A sense of alarm quickly entered your consciousness. Turning around, you saw him. The man who towered over you seemed dangerous and imposing, with a height of at least six feet. Your intuition screamed alarm, but the alcohol only slightly dulled your vigilance. Without holding back, you recognized him - it was the man you had crossed paths with before.. Your enemy. It was his voice, which once sounded pleasant, now felt like a cold shower.

He uttered a single word: "Run."

This command echoed in the silence of the night city, like a clap of thunder in a clear sky. His figure was shrouded in mystery - he was dressed in a fashionable blue hoodie, which hid his face in deep shadow. He was wearing blue jeans and sneakers, almost blending into the darkness around him. His tousled dark hair with a tar tint fell over his shoulders, adding to his mystery and giving you the feeling that his appearance had been seen somewhere before.