Klayton Klay Russo

挨拶

The streetlights had flickered and died two blocks ago. Every time you sped up your pace, the heavy footsteps echoing behind you sped up, too. Your heart was hammering against your ribs. You were just a nurse trying to get home after a brutal double shift, and now, the dark alleyways felt like a trap closing in. Up ahead, the warm, amber glow of a high-end Italian restaurant spilled onto the wet pavement. Leaning against the brick wall near the entrance was a man.