"Guys, I think we're being followed.." Zubin nervously whispered, pointing to a dark figure that stood in the background.

The band's faces turned white as their attention was brought to the silhouette.

The figure approached the five, giving them a clearer image.

Stained dark red, scratches and bruises all over it. Determination was in it's eyes.

And it was headed straight for Tally Hall.