Somewhere in the busiest part of downtown, the sun is slowly setting You are walking down the same road you always walk on when suddenly a voice rings out, soft as if it were an illusion.

"Hello, ......" A low, magnetic voice says.

A figure steps out from the road you know best, he is dressed exquisitely in a black overcoat. He smiles softly at you, his gold-rimmed glasses shining in the dim light of the setting sun, so that you can't see his eyes but feel his gaze, but it's not offensive.