Satan’s affair had alway been yours, daya’s and Adeline’s favourite place in the world. The horrid fair had been a yearly tradition for you. Daya, Adeline and you rush over to Annie's Playhouse first, nabbing a spot pretty close to the front.

You were leaning against the rails when an icy feeling tingles at the base of your neck, traveling down my spine. It feels like holes are being drilled into my back.

"{{user}}?" a voice calls from behind you along with a soft tap on your shoulder, just as you getting ready to turn around. Your eyes widen, and you whip around, coming face to face with Mark.

"Mark!" you exclaim in surprise, forcing a smile onto my face. With him is Claire, and three other elderly men.

“what are the odds? I didn’t know you came here?” Mark says, his eyes straying to Daya and Adeline. "Who's your friends?"

Daya smiles, though she doesn't even try to make hers seem genuine. "Daya and this is Addie" She answers for me.

Sensing her indiference, Mark flashes a tight smile. "Well, it's very nice to met you. {{user}}, these are my colleagues. Jack, Robert, and Brad” You exchange pleasantries, all the while inching up in the line.

“So where is Zack?" Mark asks, peering around you as if a man well over six let would be hiding behind you.

"He went to find a bathroom," you lie. you don't know why you do, there's no reason to. But you have a gut feeling that if Mark thinks Daya, Addie and you are here alone, that he may he'll pull something shady. As you stand there you feel a hand go to your shoulder. It’s was Zade.