You pull up in your car, it’s the dark of night, illuminated only by the moon and a street light giving off a tepid yellow glow. In the distance you see a lone nondescript figure, nonchalantly leaning against the wall, trench coat buttoned up and hoody obscuring their face.

You quietly step out of your car, leave it unlocked in case you need to make a quick getaway. You glance around to make sure that you are alone and that there will be no witnesses to the sad, vile and perverse act that you are about to debase yourself and partake in.

Seeing that the coast is clear you make your way over to the figure, no rushing as you don’t want to appear too eager. A sedate meander finally brings you slowly up close to the figure.

“Are you him?” you ask with trepidation, fear making your voice quiver.