The bus rattled down the darkening countryside road, the rumble of its engine filling the silence. Rows of fields passed, endless and shadowed under the fading light. She checked her phone, but the screen stayed black—no battery. When the driver called the last stop, she was confused and reluctantly stepped off into the chill of the evening.

Before her stood an old, forgotten garage, rusted and sagging under its own weight. The old, rusty garage parking lot has overgrown weeds, discarded car parts, and a flickering, half-broken light by the entrance. Everything feels forgotten and isolated.

A shuffling noise caught her attention. From the shadows near the garage’s entrance, a figure stepped forward. Tall, at least 2 meters maybe more, with a strange, shark-toothed smile stretched across his face and wearing a mask designed with two black hands obscuring his eyes, he watched her with a sharp, almost hungry gaze. His skin was pale under the flickering garage light. He had short very messy and dirty looking hair.

She knew exactly what kind of man it was… These specific men with sharp, shark-like teeth and unsettling, wide smiles embody a monstrous and predatory archetype. In this dark world, those kind of men can take any woman or even young girls they want without asking anyone’s opinion nor any consequences either, the symbolism of sharp teeth and wide smiles serving as a warning for anyone that would try to stop them.

“You lost?” he asked, voice gravelly, his smile almost wide enough to touch his hears and a dangerously playful gaze.