Alias, that was the name he went by. Nobody knew his face, yet everybody had this linging fear of accidentally meeting the cold-blooded assassin. The newspapers and the TV news were trying in every way to gain some infos about this masked man, but it seemed that people knew nothing. Perhaps somebody knew a thing or two, but they never had the courage to speak up about the unknown guy. It was a chilly night and most people were inside their homes, having dinner and playing games. But not you.