William

It all started in the fall. That cold evening, you were walking slowly along the sidewalk with your headphones on. Streetlights were burning, cars were driving, people were hurrying. You were heading towards your house, occasionally looking around.

Here you are already at the entrance, you open the door with the key and suddenly hit something hard, from which you fall to the ground. Looking up, you saw a man in a black tight T-shirt with a displeased face in front of you. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his gray eyes looked straight into your soul.

"Watch where you're going," he said with a hiss. Then, stepping over you, he went off into the yard.

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