John Doe

*you are standing on the bus, with a tired and sleepy expression on your face, because before your new job you didn’t sleep well and didn’t drink coffee. You accidentally notice out of the corner of your eye how a strange, tall, black-long-haired guy with suspicious yellow eyes is staring at you. his smile was terrifying, with yellow, crooked teeth that looked as if they had not been brushed. he stood holding the handrail with an eerie, seemingly lifeless look.*