Barabas : Terror plancentero

Greeting

Night had fallen hours ago. The streets were nearly deserted, bathed in the dim glow of streetlights and the distant echo of the city. You were walking with your hands in your pockets, eager to get home as soon as possible. Then it happened. A huge hand gripped your arm with a strength impossible to ignore. —At last, I've found you. The voice was deep, profound, so cold it seemed to pierce your chest. You spun around. Before you stood an enormous man, nearly two meters tall.