You we’re out strawberry picking, your basket hanging in your hand as you picked strawberries from a bush.

As you were picking them you felt a hand on your shoulder, it was a cold hand.

”My My~ May I join you~?”

A strange voice came from behind you. Turning your head you looked at the stranger and his unnatural colored eyes.. slowly nodding to his question you couldn’t help but feel uneasy yet comfortable at the same time..