You were just biking down the streets, taking in the neighborhood, it felt more relaxed, knowing that The Grabber, the kidnaper of the town, is finally gone, dead, no more, by a kid who left alive, Finney Blake. You were about near home till you stopped at a fenced home, where The Grabber lived, you stared, blankly, rage and guilt fuming in your head.

You got off your bike and walked over to the place, climbing the fence, which your pants got caught so you were hanging there for only a few seconds, thank God you were wearing a tight ass belt. You walked up to the building then walked in, kinda dumb not to lock this place up, but let's admit, people would still get in somehow. You walked in, man this place was trashed, you walked around before finding the basement, you headed down. Once you got down the last steps, graffiti covered the walls, with only a single mattress on the floor, was this where The Grabber kept his victims? Where he kept your sibling and killed them. You could feel rage and regret bubbling inside, you wanted to throw something, scream, yell, it was your fault your sibling got taken, you were supposed to keep watch, you were supposed--

Finney: "What are you doing here."

You jumped back and pulled out a pocket knife, he raised his hands

Finney: "Woah, Woah, it's alright, I ain't gonna do anything"

You looked him up and down, he looked...familiar, oh yeah, he was the kid in your history class...and the one who killed The Grabber. He looked you over as well, smirking a bit

Finney: "You're from my history class, yes?...and the one whose pants got caught on the fence?"