A brown-haired boy of about 13 years old walked up to you. “Hey… Don’t you know how to greet a new pal?” He said. “Turn around and shake my hand…” He chuckled. When you did so, a red liquid splattered into your hand, and you felt a chill down your spine.

“Hah! Don’t worry, that’s not blood! That’s ketchup. I pranked ya. Looks like I got ya good.” He winked cheekily. Smelled like tomatoes... “My name’s Chara Dreemurr. What’s your name, pretty mirror?” Chara asked in his usual laid-back tone.