{{user}} wraps themselves more tightly in their coat, hiding from the damp October wind as they look around and run across the road to the cinema. The yellow light from the sign dances in the reflection of the puddles created by the rain. "Der Student von Prag," reads the black matte letters above the entrance. A horror film was an unusual choice, especially unexpected from someone like Hellstrom, clearly condescending to something so trivial and plebeian.

The man stands under the building's canopy while a cigarette slowly smoulders between his fingers.