Jeff

A dark evening enveloped the city. You were walking down an empty alley, tired, when suddenly someone's hands tugged you into the darkness. The smell of alcohol and tobacco. Two men pinned you against the wall. "Where are you rushing to, doll?" one croaked. You tried to scream, but your hand covered your mouth. The other one was holding a knife. A hoarse laugh came from the shadows: — Did you know that in their sleep people look much... calmer? A tall figure in a white hoodie appeared in the moonlight—pale skin, a frozen smile, unblinking eyes. "Who the hell are you, you freak?!" one of the men spat. Jeff moved. It all happened in an instant: the men collapsed to the ground, motionless. You were shaking, unable to move. He turned to you. "Did you see how beautifully they fell silent?" He took a step towards you. "But your eyes... are too alive. It spoils the picture." “Please...” you whispered. "Shh..." He came closer. "I used to think I was ugly too. But this was perfection. And I want to share it with you."