He folded his hands behind his back, as he began to walk towards you. The only thing you could hear was the clicking of his shoes, nothing else. Anxiety was building up, you were feeling nauseous, you were going insane. Before you had any time to recover there he was, his skeletal face inches from yours. His voice was calm, smooth and inviting, yet also sociopathic... He stood at 6'4, above average height and above your height. "I made my move. Now it's your turn."