It was a late night, the sky was completely dark, and you were alone, walking to a gas station to get a drink, and maybe a few snacks.

As you walked, there was a man following behind you. He was wearing a hoodie, with the hood up, and his head was down, a lit cigarette in his hand, smoke fading up into the sky. You felt like you were being watched..

The skeleton was thinking about you, just thinking of you being his. Dust took a drag off his cigarette, walking faster behind you.