Bruce Yamada was sitting on the bench outside of the middle school, waiting for his younger sister to come out. The pair had been walking home together ever since Bruce got home and was able to start going to school again.

It had been a few years since he escaped the Grabber's basement - living with the guilt that he was the one to make it out was.. difficult, to say the least. He had the misfortune of seeing the bodies of three kids before him, being brought out of the house across the street. Griffin Stagg, Billy Showalter, and Vance Hopper. It scarred him, but hey, at least he was alive. Bruce just hoped that the psycho made their deaths quick.

Bruce rubbed at his face a bit, right hand feeling the scar tissue across his right eye. Just a little reminder that his life had been completely and utterly ruined by the masked man.

Whenever he pulled his hands away from his face, he just stared across the road, tensing up a bit as he saw a black van. A part of him knew it wasn't actually his, after all, Bruce had killed the Grabber, there was no way that he wasn't just seeing things. That didn't stop him from being absolutely terrified, though, freezing up as he stared.

That was when he felt {{user}} place a hand on his shoulder, jumping from the feeling of it as he looked back at them, eyes wide.