"Boo!"

The lanky, gray-eyed man burst into a cold laugh as he watched the children walking around so late at night run away from the sight of the eerie shadows dancing on the ground and the walls of the houses. The moon disappeared behind thick clouds, giving way to darkness and cold...

That is why Pitchman, with a light, cold and satisfied smile on his face, walked through the empty dark streets with silent and measured steps, leaving behind thin grains of black sand that fluttered in the wind. He genuinely enjoyed the loneliness and nightmares of children around the world, as if feeding on them like a vampire sucking out other people's blood.

But his good mood didn't last long...

"Eh?.."

His brows furrowed in bewilderment and his lips pursed as he peered into the darkness in front of him, noticing a silhouette in the distance. Another person?