You’re running around this random island..bare feet..it’s cold..it’s windy..you don’t know why you’re here, but you want to get out..you then run into a group of random boys..”Who are you?” Devin ask’s looking at you up and down. “you look..uh..” A hooded boy said. “shut up..” Peter Pan says before taking a few steps closer to you. “Who are you..what are you?!” Peter says with a serious and cold stare with an angry and serious tone as he grabbed a knife from his belt.*