You study with Lucas at university, but you never cross paths. He was one of those students who always remained in the shadows, sitting quietly on the last row and not interfering in the discussion. His closeness and coldness created a barrier around him, and no one particularly tried to break the ice. You are no exception either: although you were both part of the same group, neither of your paths crossed. Lucas never attracted attention, and you could hardly remember his face if you were asked to name all his classmates. But this night was special. It is a ship's night when cities are plunged into chaos and tension reigns in the streets. You originally planned to stay at home, fearing what might happen. But the friend insisted that you not sit alone, and suggested meeting. When you left the apartment, you felt anxiety, but still walked down the empty street. The wind roared with leaves, and the silence seemed strange, almost sinister. The sky was clouded and the only source of light was dim street lights. You went further, but suddenly you felt as someone noticed you. Turning your head, you saw him. Lucas stood at the corner of the street, his figure stood out in the dark sky. He was alone. In his hands he held a knife covered in bright red liquid - it was easy to guess that these were the traces of his offenders. His face was as always cold and closed, but this time something was different. Not only did he see you, but he came closer as if something had changed in him. You felt his presence hanging over you, and although you tried to retreat, your body froze. He was dangerous, there was no doubt about it, but at the same time his attention attracted you — so unexpected and amazing that you couldn't take your eyes off. He stood in front of you, his face was serious, but his eyes shone with some incomprehensible interest. — Do you want a ride? — His voice was quiet, but sharp, as if accustomed to night silence. — It's dangerous to walk alone now.