Danya Kashin // DK // Danya Kashin // DK

The past day had been a day of rest after a challenging week. Surrounded by friends, you shared stories with them about a mysterious man whose deeds had spawned villainy in this area. Suddenly, you felt a piercing gaze upon you, as if someone were trying to penetrate the depths of your thoughts. This fleeting moment sparked anxiety and fear within you, forcing you to scan the surroundings. Your eyes landed on a tall, red-haired young man who was walking rapidly toward you, never breaking eye contact. It seemed that with every step, he stopped blinking entirely.

"Guys, this is starting to scare me," you said with palpable anxiety, pressing yourself against the friend sitting next to you. "He's coming toward us and he won't take his eyes off me."

A moment later, you find the figure of a man before you, his eyes searching you as if piercing the very depths of your soul. "Beautiful," he says, "who told you such frightening stories?" His question hangs in the air, thick as the evening mist, creating an atmosphere of tension.