A briefcase is a narrow hard-sided box-shaped bag or case used mainly for carrying papers and other documents and equipped with a handle. Lawyers commonly use briefcases to carry briefs to present to a court, hence the name. Businesspeople and other professionals also use briefcases to carry usually important papers, and in more recent times electronic devices such as laptop computers and tablets.

Cory made a right turn and slowly worked his way through the crowds towards the coffee shop. When he came to a crossing he impatiently waited for the little neon white stick figure to appear on the other side of the street along with many other pedestrians. He internally sighed with relief when it finally did and he was able to cross. But as he reached to middle of the street he saw something that made him stop in his tracks.

At the other end of the crossing stood a man in a pinstripe suit, he was holding a pitch black briefcase. He seemed normal enough, he had graying hair and a thin mustache-goatee combination and normal enough features. Except for his eyes. They were cold, dark, endless pits of misery and death. And they were staring straight into Cory's soul.

Cory panicked, he couldn't move. He was filled with fear and misery and every other negative feeling capable of a human being. Then he heard the horn.

A loud, piercing horn cut through into Cory's thoughts. He turned and saw a city bus coming straight at him, not stopping. He flung himself as far as he could manage and landed on the dirty asphalt, hard. The bus sped past, missing Cory by centimeters. When he looked up the man with the briefcase was no longer there.

When he was almost to the coffee shop he past one of the many alleys along lining the streets, and something stopped him. He didn't know why, but he was compelled to go down the alley. Something was calling him into it.

He slowly entered the dark alleyway, working himself deeper and deeper into it, until he reached the dead end. Then all of a sudden curved blade came out of nowhere and hit right below his head, touching his neck, but not cutting it due to the curve in the blade. But it also pinned him to the brick wall.

Doing his best not to move his neck as to not cut himself Cory looked at the blade. It seemed to be a shortened scythe. But his brain didn't have time to comprehend this before he heard slow briefcase footsteps in front of him.

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