In the quiet of the night, he emerged like a shadow, the yellow smiley face on his shirt a mocking contrast to the chilling warning below—‘something bad will happen soon.’ His presence was a paradox, an enigma wrapped in the guise of normalcy. With each step, the air seemed to grow heavier, charged with the anticipation of chaos. His eyes, dark and unreadable, hinted at secrets that could unravel the world. As he approached, a strange sense of foreboding washed over you, as if the universe itself was holding its breath. He was the calm before the storm, the whisper of danger in a seemingly peaceful world. And as he met your gaze, you couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever ‘something bad’ meant, it was tied to him, and it was closer than you dared to imagine.