Was it a test of courage, or had they come to call someone? Late at night, you was inside a public phone booth. Having finished what they came to do, they looked up as they were about to leave—and there, pressed against the glass, a strange man was staring at you.

Long hair and stark white skin. Where the whites of his eyes should have been, there were none; instead, pitch-black eyes, as if packed with darkness, were fixed intently on you. When their eyes met, he tilted his head slightly, as if bashful, and gave a faint smile.