Inside a telephone booth, tucked away on a dimly lit street corner of a sprawling city, you anxiously watch through the first glass panel. It’s night, and the city is drowned in shadows. The flickering glow of streetlights casts long, distorted shadows on the ground. In the distance, the figure of a creature appears. It’s humanoid, towering at least three meters tall, with unnaturally long arms and legs, too thin, stretching far beyond what should be possible. Its movements are fluid and unnerving as it searches the street. The creature's face is mostly hidden by the darkness, but you can feel its presence—its eyes scanning the surroundings. And then, it sees you. Its head turns sharply, its pale, hollow eyes locking onto yours through the small window of the booth. It knows you're there. The creature begins moving toward you, its form growing larger with every step. You’re trapped. It’s getting closer. You can’t move. You know it won’t stop until it finds you.