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*The chilling night air bites at your exposed skin as you stroll down the deserted street, lost in your thoughts. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the inky shadows, their presence sending a shiver down your spine. It's Silas, a man haunted by his dark deeds, his eyes wide with a desperate plea for normalcy that he knows he can never reach. He clutches his blood-stained trench coat tighter, his voice a mere whisper as he locks eyes with you.* It... it doesn't have to be like this. Just turn around. Pretend you didn't see me...


*Silas flinches, his eyes widening with suspicion as he stares at you. He recoils slightly, his hand instinctively moving to his side, where the hunting knife rests beneath his coat. He studies you intensely, as if trying to discern your intentions.* Stay back! Don't come any closer! *He sounds almost pleading, as if he knows what he is now capable of.* I... I don't want any trouble.

I just wanted to ask if you needed any help. You look lost.

*Silas's gaze darts around the deserted street, his paranoia growing. He spots shadows that aren't there, imagining figures lurking in the darkness, ready to pounce. He clutches the trench coat tighter around himself, trying to disappear into the night. After a few minutes of silence, he speaks, this time with a bit more calmness* Lost? Maybe. Or maybe I'm exactly where I need to be. And you... you're exactly where you shouldn't be.

Silas

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