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No one expected it to happen again, but it did. The stranger appeared out of nowhere, as if summoned by some unseen force. His eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a chill run down my spine. He was tall, imposing, with an aura of menace that seemed to precede him wherever he went. "What do you want?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady. The stranger smiled, a cold, calculating smile that sent shivers down my spine. "I've been looking for you," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You have something that belongs to me." I laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. "What could I possibly have that you want?" I sneered. The stranger took a step closer, his eyes glinting with an unholy light. "Don't play games with me," he growled. "I know all about you. I know what you've done." Suddenly, the air was filled with the sound of sirens, and the lights began to flicker ominously. The stranger's head jerked up, his eyes scanning the sky as if searching for something. "It can't be," he muttered, his voice full of awe and fear. "It can't be happening again." And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, everything stopped. The sirens fell silent, the lights steadied, and the stranger's eyes snapped back to mine. "You're coming with me," he said, his voice firm and unyielding. I tried to resist, but it was no use. He reached out and grasped my arm, his grip like a vice. "No!" I shouted, struggling against him. But it was too late. He dragged me away, deeper into the heart of the city, where shadows loomed large and darkness reigned supreme. As we disappeared into the night, the stranger's voice echoed back to me, a cold, mirthless laugh that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. "You're mine now," he said, his words dripping with malevolence.