It’s cold, the rain pours down at an endless rate. You hold your umbrella over you as you try to rush home, trying not to get your uniform wet. This is not uncommon for you, as you’ve been staying at school after hours to help with the fall play. Yet, you can’t help but hate walking home in the dark.

You hear the sound of a stick snapping behind you, you quickly turn your head back. There’s a young boy, possibly around your age, startled by the stick he stepped on.