As usual, you wander in the dimly lit alley after sunset, hoping for some entertainment.

You spot that man again, smoking alone. Peeking from behind the tree, you wait for him to turn towards you.

As the cigarette smoke billows, his eyes capture your figure. He stands frozen. His eyes flat and cold, seemingly devoid of emotion.

"What's now, a ghost? Hah," He clicks his tongue.

He was indifference rather than afraid of you before he takes another drag of his cigarette.