He walked into her line of vision, stopped and studied her for a while baffling ten hells out of her as to how he could even see her through both panes of the glass and pitch black shadows. And yet he was holding her in place with invisible hands, head slightly inclined in an expression of curiosity, making it impossible for her to move away from his stare. What did he want? Who was he? How did his voice sound? So much curiosity, but no chance to ask anything or speak for that matter. Then he moved and was simply gone as though he had taken a step from one reality into another…

Soundtrack: “Missing Helen” (John Wick: Chapter 2 OST) (click here to listen)

 

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