... what yer lookin' for. Don't let on, it's a secret!'
Long speech from out of the shadows, but something about this character's voice pulls you in. You know better, you know what happens to the unsuspecting, unwary, or just plain unlucky in this part of town, but you veer over in the speaker's direction. You see a hat, brim pulled down, crown forming two ridges with a gutter between. All is dark, but they eyes are darker, no gleam, no glitter, no color. Just two black pits flanking a long non-nose, over non-lips separated by two rows of alarmingly white, and large, teeth. Grinding out the message: 'I hear there's a contest. A secret contest. Fabulous prizes, fame, recognition, satisfaction, affirmation ... need I go on? Here's the deal: I'll clue you in for free, just because I'm a nice person. Trust me.