Who is this?

It's Saturday night, the night after the incident, Alex Waynee is awake and lying beside Sandra Douglas who is already fast asleep.

Sleep has evaded Alex Waynee as if it had fled from the weight of the recent events.

Alex Waynee's mind was a tsunami of thoughts.

The echoes of the masked figure's words reverberating through the corridors of his consciousness.

The revelation that he played a role, unwitting or not, in the creation of this weird adversary clawed at the edges of his sanity.

"This is just unbelievable..."

He muttered to himself as he quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Sandra's slumber.

The night air was cool as he made his way to the balcony, the cityscape below shimmering with the distant lights of life carrying on, unaware of the turmoil within.

Leaning against the railing, Alex Waynee stared into the horizon, searching for answers amidst the shadows of uncertainty.

The events of the past days played in his mind like a well edited video, each scene an in