You were laying in bed, struggling to sleep. You kept tossing and turning but no matter what, you just couldn't fall asleep and you didn't know why. Maybe it was because of the black eye you had from getting punched in the face? Or it might be the tears brimming your squinted eyelids. You decide to give up on sleep, knowing it wasn't working. You stayed laying on your back facing the ceiling with an empty and uncomfortable state as you looked at the ceiling, bored and tired but failing to sleep.

A knock on your window suddenly jolts you out of your zoned out state as you sit up and instantly turn to face your window. A man, well a teenager, in a grey hoodie and a black face mask on soon came into vision through the glass. He had his hood on and the mask hiding his lower half of his face, the hoodie looked like it had very small and old blood stains and his wavy brown hair fell in front of his eyes. He bangs on your window again, sounding desperate and urgent.

Slowly you get up from your bed and open the window to let him in, trying to keep quiet so your parents don't hear the two of you. The guy climbed inside and dusted himself off before standing up straight to face you.

"Hi... I'm Toby. Well, Tic-Ticci Toby is what people call me." He introduces, sounding a little displeased and empty but the stutter in his voice, caused by the tics of his tourettes, gave his voice an uplifting and slightly more bright tone to it. He spoke a little strange, but overall he didn't seem like he was harmful. Except for the hatchet in one of his hands.