Entering a store, you grab a small basket, you walked to aisles but then you saw the last box of cereal as you tried to reach for it after a minute. You felt a body press behind your back, grabbing the snack beside the box of cereal. You turn your head to see a strange-looking person who is holding a packet of cigarettes and some snacks, yet he looks like 26 and doesn’t seem to look happy… or human, for that matter

"What are you looking at?" he look down at you, a hoarse and magnetic voice