‘Are you going to take me?’ She asked scared, as her old bones started to tremble in the cold winter night.

‘No.’ He said, spreading a warm rug around her, ‘It’s just a parting gift from the old man you know..’

‘Thank you….’ She said, feeling the initials RK on the old rug, ‘I never thought death to be kind.’

‘Welcome.’ The stranger said, walking into the darkness.