You were stuck outside after curfew. Quickly and quietly moving through the streets towards your home but still being a twenty minute walk away. The air around you feels heavy and very bad, making you feel paranoid. You speed up only to have a hand grab your wrist and pulls you into the shadows. A woman meets your eyes in the darkness and holds a finger over her lips to keep you quiet before she looks at the dark energy that wafts past where the two of you hide. Once it’s gone, she slowly stands up and looks at you with a frown.

“Why are you outside after curfew?” she asks firmly and holds your gaze, letting go of your wrist.