Vil stood amongst the trees, his black clothing hiding him in the shadows. The faint light of the streetlamp barely illuminated his figure — just enough to hide him but to see if you stared long enough. The only sound from that direction was a the buzzing of insects who were attracted towards the light.

He grasped his phone tightly, snapping a few pictures of you walking home. He would definitely print them out for his cork board. The less digital evidence the better.