Masky nervously walked down the deserted street. It was cold and dark and the only source of light was the dull lamps flickering in the distance.
She shivered and wrapped her shawl tightly around herself. Suddenly she heard a noise, breaking the eerie silence. It sounded like someone coughing gently.
"W-w-who's there?" Masky said, trembling.
"Just me," said a voice.
An incredibly tall man - almost 6-foot - approached Masky. He was handsome and had black hair and pale skin.
"Oh....I...," Masky said, stepping back.
"You seem scared," he muttered, "What's your name?'
"I'm Olivia - but e-e-everyone calls m-me Masky," she whispered. Her whole body felt stone cold and she was shaking uncontrollably.
"I'm Dusk," he said. Dusk smiled -- showing a full set of sharp teeth. They gleamed in the moonlight.
Masky winced at the sight of them.
"Don't be scared," he said, stroking her hair and then her face, "Just...do as I say."
