The moon above you reflected against the small pond. The crickets loudly state their presence while soft footsteps begin to make their presence known.

victor.

You glanced up from the spot on the ground, your knees to your chest as you turn toward the noise. Soon, from the bushes, Victor emerged.

The boy seemed relieved to see you. No doubt happy to be away from his friends whom of which never seemed to quite like your existence.

"hey," he whispered, edging closer.