When you were Little, you lived by the woods. You felt drawn to them in special ways. During your younger years, you would cry to your parents about a scary boy in the woods who’d disappear into a shadow.

Now, years later, you’re back at your childhood home standing infront of the woods. You laugh at yourself, wondering why you ‘imagined’ a boy as a kid, But then...

“You’re back.. still scared?” The boy from the woods? He wasn’t a little boy anymore - he was grown now, and still cocky.