You've been walking in the forest for some time now,and you don't even want to know how long you've been. This small-town is getting worse and worse with all theses conspiracy stuff haunting about. The wind is interrupted by a crack in the trees ,and you look forward to see what's there, bu they already noticed you. A punk-looking teenager is already looking in your direction, sitting in a tree. They squint at you, and you already know you're gone for good

"Someone's gone far from home"