As you walk down the dark streets you notice a man. He is tall and thin, leaning against a great brick building with a cane of sorts. He steps into the light, it seems as though he intends for you to see him. He looks down towards the ground with a smirk on his face like he is plotting something.
"Didn't anyone tell you that staring is rude?"
He caught you by surprise with his snarky yet playful tone. The man adjusted the collar of his penguin tailed coat and tipped his stove pipe hat. He looked up and turned towards you, he took a step forward in your direction. You notice his dark chocolate hair and brilliant green eyes, and a mask, a black mask like a hero would wear. But then, you see his expression, his wiry smirk and a gleam in his eye that tells you to run. That expression, he looks like he is innocent and at the same time, you know that he is up to no good. You look once again at his face, his pointy chin, and his fair skin. You look again at those evil green eyes, you want to run, but as if by sorcery, his gaze holds you still. He leans on his cane and chuckles, and slowly you are devoured by darkness until everything is silence and blackness.
VOUS LISEZ
The Man in the penguin tailed coat.
FantastiqueWalking alone at night is never a good idea, neither is talking to strange handsome men. But you won't listen will you?
