You are a normal person. A teen of 16 or 17. You are walking down your school library alone. Everyone else has left. The library and wide and narrow. The moon light shines through the window. You are looking at books when you hear a low whisper. You ignore it. But then a pair of cold hands clamp around your mouth so you can’t scream.The person grabs you by your arms and pulls you back.

“Let’s get them back to the lair before the heroes come-“ they say to their partner.