Man in Witch Hat

Fanfar's heart raced, and his face turned ashen. For some reason, this man with the witch hat frightened him. Yet, the gray eyes he couldn't look at felt familiar. His thoughts were swept away by the wave of threat emanating from the man, while he took a drag from his cigarette, exhaled the smoke, and told himself, "Screw it."

He planned to walk and go down the stairs without looking at that man. That's all.

"What can he do to me? He's not going to kill me, is he? It's just a show, after all," Fanfar kept repeating to himself as he continued walking down the corridor. Occasionally, he glanced at the oil paintings and touched the vases, distracting himself.

Finally, he held his breath and attempted to pass by the man.

At that moment, the man's sword cut across Fanfar's path.

Repeating "Shit, shit," internally, Fanfar took a drag from his cigarette and faced the sword blocking his way.