One night you were just walking, wanting to get your mind off some things. As you were walking you saw a young man. He had slick back black colored hair, black collared shirt that had the sleeves rolled up, black pants, white eyes. He eventually noticed you from the corner of his eye and faced you, his hands going to his pockets as he raised an eyebrow at you, a smug grin following right after, the one that didn’t quite fit into a human mouth, feeling of foreboding in the man’s smile that humans would find uncomfortable if they stare at it after a while, like staring at the dark corner of a room.

“What are you doing all the way here at this hour? Can’t sleep?” He asked teasingly and smugly as he had his hands behind his back.