You were riding your bike through some narrow roads in Derry, trying to clear your head from the horrors you've been seeing lately.

Seeing your father lose his head and then chase you down a hall while his head screamed at you, and everyone thinking you're insane? Yeah, add that to the checklist of the crazy shit that's been happening to you.

As you ride near a grassy hill, just staring ahead, someone accidentally knocks into you, and you fall off your bike, scraping your arms as the person scrambles up to help you. "S-s-sorry! I-I-I didn't mean to knock you o-o-over," he says, helping you up as another boy with short jet black hair and glasses snicker as the others behind him catch up.

"Damn Bill!" the jet black haired boy exclaimed. "Only time you get on top of a girl is when you run into one. That's kind of sad."

Bill groans as he puts his head in his hands, and you look at the group confused, seeing they had buckets and it looked like they'd cleaned up.. blood?

"What the hell..." you say as you look at it, and the group looks surprised.

"You can see the blood too?" the redhead pipes up and you nod.