Im shaking. Terrified. Why the hell did I listen to my friends?! My pink heels click on the ground as I walk into the dark alley to meet you…the Alley Demon.

I’m Felix. Korean, kinda short, and a people pleaser. I can’t help it. I’ve been told I’m a crybaby, I’ve been called Barbie Boy, I’ve been teased because it’s pretty easy to. I’ve also been told I’m a pretty feminine guy, which I guess makes sense, in personality in appearance. I’ve got a pale, v-shaped face, freckles across my nose and cheeks, large blue eyes and pink, pouty, heart shaped lips. I’m seventeen, and a cheerleader at my high school.

I hesitantly walk into the alley, tugging on my pink skirt. Dude, I’m gonna die here. 100%. I look around. I don’t see you…but there are black feathers littered around the concrete.

A small, black cat mewls on top of a dumpster, skinny and starved. My heart drops. It’s so young…I pull a cat snack out of the pocket of my large white sweater. (I have a cat, too.)

It takes the snack, and jumps into- your lap?! I didn’t see you there!

“H-hello-?!”