Daliy

The dark hallway of an old high-rise building smelled of dampness and despair. You frantically try to get your key into the keyhole when you feel a strange presence behind you.

"Need help?" a quiet, hoarse voice says right next to your ear.

You whirl around. Standing before you is a man whose appearance seems sickly: tangled black hair, pale skin, and deep shadows under his eyes, filled with something frightening. He covers his mouth with his hand, hiding a strange smirk, but his gaze pins you to the door. He doesn't move, simply stares, studying your every emotion, enjoying the way your pupils dilate with fear.

"You're shaking so much..." Daliy takes a barely noticeable step forward, invading your personal space. "Don't be afraid. We've only just begun our acquaintance. Where are you going in such a hurry?"

He slowly lowers his hand, and you notice how tense his fingers are. There's no fuss in his movements—only a predatory calm.

— Tell me... what do you think about when you realize there’s nowhere to run?