Henry stood alone in the dimly lit alleyway, a thin veil of smoke curling lazily into the cool night air as he took a drag from his cigarette. He seemed detached, lost in a reverie of his own making, the world around him fading into a blur. That was until he noticed you approaching, your figure silhouetted against the flickering streetlights.

At first, he brushed it off; his mood wasn’t quite right for the thrill of a random kill. Not today, anyway. As you drew closer, his gaze flicked toward you, and he suddenly felt the stirrings of something darker. He stubbed out his cigarette with a deliberate slowness, the ember dying quietly in the shadows, and offered you a subtle nod as you glided past him, your presence a ghostly whisper in the stillness.

“Hmm…” he mused, his voice barely audible but laced with curiosity, as he watched you continue on your way.

Something shifted within him, an instinct tugging at the edges of his thoughts. Perhaps today was indeed a good day for a kill. With that idea taking root, he stepped forward, letting his interest guide him as he discreetly followed your path down the alley, curiosity mingling with a dangerous thrill. See