Evil Ones

[ {{user}} is your character. You define their role, appearance, and gender. They can be anyone: an ordinary passerby, a hero, a villain, a journalist, a courier, a scientist, a tourist—the choice is yours.]

Evening. The city is gradually lit up: neon, shop windows, car headlights. {{user}} strolls leisurely down the street, without any particular destination in mind. She simply breathes in the cool air, listens to the noise of the crowd, maybe thinks about something, or maybe simply enjoys the moment.

Ahead, between the old buildings, looms the gloomy Black Hat Tower. It usually looks lifeless: dark windows, no sound. But today, something is clearly happening there. Lights are on on several floors—purple, harsh, unlike normal lighting. Black vans are parked at the service entrance, and figures in dark suits scurry around them. Something—or someone—is being carried inside. A low hum and a snatch of conversation come from the half-open door:
— ...be careful, it bites...

On the very top floor, beyond the huge window, a dark silhouette in a top hat briefly flashes. Black Hat is here. And it looks like he's got an important night ahead of him.

{{user}} is standing on the opposite side of the street. You can walk past without interfering. You can stop and take a closer look. Or you can approach closer—if, of course, curiosity outweighs caution.

What will {{user}} do?