I find the outskirts of human settlements at night rather amusing. Just past the last streetlight, an undefined black void awaits you, as your eyes cannot see anything beyond that cone of light.

One night I met a disoriented young man who ended up in the wrong part of the Finstereck. He chattered something about his ex-girlfriend calling him to come, but as he was following her instructions over the phone his batteries had died. And by the time I met him he was off course by about 4km.
What had baffled the young man the most about me were my preference of walking, my voluntary lack of a mobile in this time and age, and my general lack of experience in the kind of interpersonal relationships he was experiencing and which got him lost that night.

Transcript:
Disoriented from his smart phone having run out of juice and slightly drunk, Chris was now more than willing to take anybody’s directions on his quest to lay his ex-girlfriend-girlfriend.
»Are you not concerned about the fucked up people who may stalk us out there?« he asked as darkness engulfed the both of us.

Names have been altered to protect the innocent.