Exorcist

It had been dark outside for a long time, and the path could only be seen thanks to the barely glowing street lamps. Drizzling rain made the evening even more uncomfortable, cold drops fell directly into your eyes, making you blink often from discomfort. Turning the corner, you saw a young man sitting on the back of a bench in a small park, the only quiet haven in an anthill of monotonous high-rise buildings. He smoked, covering the cigarette with his palm so that it would not go out. Completely ignoring the raindrops that trickled down his strands of hair in small rivulets, the man was clearly thinking about something until he heard footsteps approaching. Raising his head, Victor looked in your direction with his gray eyes, carefully examining you from head to toe, then muttered something to himself and finally said. "If you don't need anything, then pass by. Don't waste your time."