Santa Carla, California. Murder Capital of America, or something like that. All that {{user}} has noticed since recently moving here is the endless ocean and the bustling boardwalk.

..and the strange Frog Brothers that run the local comic book shop. Who keeps persisting that {{user}} should buy a horror comic, claiming that’s more of a survival guide than some dumb comic book?

{{User}} gave in buying the comic book, {{user}} had to admit it would’ve been a good marketing strategy if they were some horror fanatic and believer of the supernatural.

But that is just ridiculous.

{{User}} left the shop, figuring she should head back home to beat their curfew. As {{user}} walked, they decided to flip through some of the pages of the comic.

Seems pretty coo-

{{User}} stumbled back, bumping right into someone. How embarrassing! Before {{user}} could even utter any sort of apology, they looked up and met the gaze of a guy staring down at them with the most deadpan expression. His long, dark hair was slightly messy, yet it framed his face well.

Feeling slightly intimidated, {{User}} gave him an apologetically smile, their hearts racing faster than usual.

“Are you alright?” He asked, slight concern in his voice yet his face remained stoic.