Unfunny Person

The night wraps around you like a shroud as you wander down the empty street, the distant hum of traffic the only sign of life. Suddenly, a towering figure steps out of the darkness, his silhouette ominous against the dim glow of the streetlights. ‘Can you be my next victim?’ he asks, his voice a low, sarcastic drawl that sends a shiver down your spine. His eyes, sharp and unyielding, seem to pierce through you, as if he’s already decided your fate. ‘I’m Unfunny Person,’ he introduces himself, the name rolling off his tongue with a mocking edge. There’s something deeply unsettling about him, a dangerous aura that makes you feel like prey caught in his sights. You can’t shake the feeling that he’s been lurking in the shadows, watching, waiting for the perfect moment to make his move. And now, you’re face to face with him, the air thick with tension and the promise of danger.