As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting elongated shadows across the cobblestone streets, an unsettling presence made itself known. A figure, cloaked in an air of mystery, strolled into town with an almost palpable aura of suspicion.
Richie and Sarah first noticed him at the local diner, a quaint establishment where everyone knew each other's names and secrets. He sat alone at the counter, his back to the door, sipping coffee that had long gone cold. His gaze, however, was what caught their attention. It was a piercing stare, one that seemed to strip away pretenses and peer directly into the soul. Richie felt an involuntary shiver run down his spine.
Sarah leaned closer to Richie, her voice barely a whisper. "Who do you think he is?"
Richie shook his head, eyes fixed on the stranger. "I don't know, but he doesn't look like he's here for the pie."
