"Well, are you okay?" The man with white hair asks me.

I had run into him in the market. He always can be found near me. I know him. I just can't put my finger on it. 

"I just met myself in the future and I will become a total madman. So, no." I sigh.

This cannot be happening to me. Why is this happening to me? Why will I become like him? I look at the man.

"Do you think I'm evil?" I ask.

He turns to me.

"I think you're misunderstood." He says.

I sigh at least he doesn't think I'm evil.

"I do however think you're in pain." He says.

I look at him.

"Huh? No. I'm fine." I walk off.

He grabs my hand. I look at him. I look into his eyes. I never realized how black his eyes were like. They are like shadows. The shadows around me. They cling to me. I look at his eyes and I hear screaming.

"Clearly you're not. I have seen you many times and you're always in pain." He says.

I then hear a growl behind me. It smells of wet dog. My heart sinks and races at the same time. I grip the man. I couldn't even turn around. 

"You should probably run lad." The man says.