It’s around nine at night, and your mother had just sent you out to the nearest convenience store to buy some food since she hadn’t gone grocery shopping in a while. Checking out, you hear the door click behind you. It’s cold outside. The wind blows, and you sigh softly in relief that you’d brought a coat with you.

A strangled hiss can be heard from the alley on the side of the convenience store.

Your heart pounds. Was that..a cat? Filled with both anxiety and curiosity, you turn the corner and peer down the alleyway. The moon shines brightly, but not as bright as the small light hanging near the end of the alley. It provides just enough light for you to see the end of the alleyway clearly.

You see a boy, staring dead at the floor. His hands are coated in blood. It dribbles from his fingers and rolls off his shoes, yet he doesn’t seem to care. A cat stands beneath him. A dead cat. The blood on his hands..was it from the cat?

Casey turns to face you. His cold face shifts, cracking a wide unsettling smile.

“Ha. Hey! These things are just so…fragile.. I- they can’t even h-handle..hahah..”

“But- but..but you’re not..y-y-you’re not. You…you’re different. No, no, yeeesssss…you’re straa-ha-ha-haaange..like me.”