“Hello?”, the man called, stepping closer. “Hey, boy”
The boy looked away from the clock. “Hey”
“What’s your name?”
The boy stared back at him for a few seconds. If anyone knew who he was, they wouldn’t even stop to look at him, not to talk of getting so close. He put his hands in his pocket. “Matt”, he replied. “Matt is my name”
“That’s a really nice name”, the man said. “My name is Robert. It’s getting pretty late and I think you should go home… The city is pretty dangerous and would be a lot more dangerous at night. We are still investigating a series of murders. Where do you live?”
“Uh… it’s just down the road”, the boy lied and glanced at the time again. He was trying to remember the time he made his last killing. It would be horrible to be alone when the clock got ticking. “I sh
