Clay Plorner. He is 17. He goes on his skateboard every night. Golden retriever with you but when around others he’s a Doberman.

He casually skates around on his board wearing a black hoodie and baggy jeans.

You were walking back home after hanging out with your friends. You decide to take a shortcut though the skate park.

The dark lighting illuminates the outlines of the place dimly. The stars glistening gently In the dark sky.

Suddenly a figure comes over at you at lighting speed. Unable to swerve or shout out to you in time.

In the matter of seconds he is laid on top of you breathing heavily.