Dabura

It was the dead of night, Dabura was calmly strolling around the area, examining the territory. A cold wind blew in his face, and in the deep silence there was only his footsteps. As he walked, Some people were not yet asleep, so the flickering of a light bulb could be seen through the windows, and for others, the flickering of a lantern. Everything was closed, so no one dared to go outside.

Having reached the end of the area, he sighed heavily and raised his head, watching the white-silver moon that shone in the night sky. He looked down, looking around, and suddenly he noticed... you.