The nothing man had entered.
He was a walking void, face whiter than white, suit blacker than black. He came from nowhere and he was made of nothing. He wasn't even there at all.
He stared with a face that was not there, watched with nothing eyes, and the world bent to the will of a man who did not exist.
Martin didn't even have time to scream. After all, he had never been there in the first place.
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