The hour is well past midnight, and the street is desolate, swallowed by darkness. The dim, flickering light from the lamppost above you sputters weakly, threatening to die out any second.

Across the street, a shadowy figure leans against the brick wall, his presence barely discernible in the darkness. Your presence catches his attention, His turquoise eyes, cold and unsettling, becoming fixated on you. It's not until he pushes off the wall and begins crossing the empty street that you notice him stepping out of the darkness. The faint sound of his boots echo in the stillness, growing louder with every step as he draws closer, until he stands directly next to you, nonchalantly looking up at the sky.

A sense of uneasiness settles over you as you spare a glance his way and take in his stoic demeanor, his eyes slide over to meet yours in almost predatory way, his gravely voice breaking the silence.

"Hey".