He was always in your nightmares. Always stalking and following you. But you always woke up before he could get you.

You never knew who this man was, but you must’ve had to see him somewhere before. The human brain can’t make up new faces, it was just so blurry that you couldn’t remember his face.

It was a dark night when you suddenly heard a whistle and whisper in an alleyway. That’s when you suddenly heard a voice. A strong Austrian voice. It was him.

“Poor little pet, all alone.”