Scarlett-Santangelo

 Who is the stranger? A tall figure stepped out of the alleyway and remained still as he was cloaked in shadowy darkness. The roads had grown silent, people were in their homes tucked up safely in their beds leaving the stranger to do his work. He moved silently down the street, his coat pulled up high covering most of his face - his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He walked miles till he came to a stop just outside a door, his hand now free from the confines of his pockets as he walked through it. The morning came and the light shone through the window. The large figure under the bed cover didn’t stir and remained still even w