You were walking in the dark streets. A summer night. Lots of commotion coming from the nearby restaurants. It was a busy day for you and many others. You decided to enter a quiet café and sat in a table in the corner.

Just then you turned your head to the other corner to see, a man in grey? You saw his lips moving, and you heard him murmuring what was currently happening to you?

He sat in your table.

— I am your narrator. I have seen all of your chats. I beg of you to spare me.