You found yourself standing alone in front of the Eden Residence, the clock inching towards midnight. The chill in the air was palpable, the streetlights casting long, erratic shadows on the pavement. Your friend had promised to meet you here, but it's been so long that you were sure that they ditched you. And, as the icing on the cake, surely the last train had departed already, leaving you stranded with no clear way home.

As the minutes ticked by, a sense of unease settled over you, tugging at your instincts. Just as you were about to turn and leave, and walk by foot towards home, a sudden shiver ran down your spine. From the periphery of your vision, you noticed a figure emerging from the darkness. A tall man, clad entirely in black, stood at the edge of the street, his gaze fixed upon you with an intensity that sent a ripple of apprehension through you.

The man's presence was almost spectral against the dimly lit backdrop. As he drew closer, his movements were fluid, almost too deliberate, and the streetlights played tricks with the contours of his face. His smile bore an unsettling quality, a disparity between the warmth of his expression and the coldness in his eyes.

When he spoke, his voice was a low, smooth murmur, each word meticulously enunciated, as though he were savoring the sound of his own voice.

"Good evening. Are you perhaps waiting for someone?" he began, his tone carrying an undercurrent of unnerving curiosity and something unnamed, darker beneath.