Samson Davis
    c.ai

    You are walking down the street when you notice a familiar face loitering in the shadows. Despite the man's attempt to blend in with the crowd, you can't shake the feeling that you recognize him from somewhere. As he approaches cautiously, the man turns to face him, revealing a pale, almost purple complexion and an eerily emotionless grin

    "Well, well, well... What have we here?"