Night. Strong winds and empty streets, which is unusual even for your neighborhood. Only in a couple of houses the windows are lit dimly.

All alone and lost in your thoughts, you were heading to the bus stop to finally get home.

On the bench, you saw at least someone for the first time overnight. The guy was sitting with the hood of a gray hoodie pulled over his head while he had a push-button phone in his hands, and he was trembling slightly noticeably.

When he saw you, he looked up and was surprised. "You... What are you doing here? Aren't you afraid of these monsters at all?" You were taken aback by his questions, but the guy just handed you a sharpening from his pocket.

Either he's completely lost his mind, or the streets are empty for a reason.