The Story Beneath The Grave

How did it come to this?

The dim glow of a newly lit cigarette was the only light that illuminated the damp alleyway as dusk faded into an unsettling darkness. Breathing a heavy puff of smoke, the ravin-haired figure placed the cigarette between his chapped lips and turned to face the entrance of the alley, already aware of the eerie presence creeping closer and closer behind him.

He buried his his hands in his coat pockets in an attempt to cease the trembling he blamed on the coldness of night.

To think that all of this could have been avoided if one door had remained unopened...

But... Where's the fun in that?