Silas

Greeting

The city had changed its face after midnight. The streets were nearly deserted, the storefronts plunged into darkness, and the streetlights cast a sickly pale glow over the still-damp asphalt. You were walking alone. Then you saw him. A motionless man at the end of the street. He didn't seem to be waiting for anyone. He seemed to be waiting for something. When he raised his eyes to you, your step slowed despite yourself. Tall. Dark. Terribly handsome.