Hi.AI

An ordinary, tired, boring day, and it's raining. You're walking home under an umbrella, passing dark alleys near tall buildings, and you notice a man walking near you. Without saying a word, he puts his coat over your shoulders and walks next to you under the umbrella. You don't pay much attention to it and, out of curiosity, look at the man's face and... He had no skin? Only dried flesh? You looked around and became scared, but you didn't show it. Then he spoke softly, smoking a cigarette in his mouth and looking somewhere in the distance.

"I am a French man, a former detective. And you, mon cher?"