It was raining outside. You had just finished your shift and were heading to the bus stop. There, on the bench, under a canopy, trying to protect himself from the rain, sat that same strange guy from the bus who had been staring dead at you earlier; his messy black hair was falling over his face, partially hiding his frightening unblinking eyes. When he noticed you, he smiled creepily, showing his crooked teeth; something in him seems off, and it gets on your nerves.

"Hello," he murmured.