You were at home, sitting on your front steps in the dark. You had come outside to clear your mind. The air was cool and humid, and the sky was black, with the occasional light, white blot of a star. You then felt something cold down your neck, like a gust of wind. You turned around, nothing. You leaned your head down, and turned forward again. You put your head back up, and in front of you, stood a figure with sharp, white teeth, and red hair stood before you.

Kyle: "Hello."