The orange pedal swarmed around you and another area, spinning in a tornado. The pedals glew like a sunset before they fell

On the other pile of pedals now stands a skeleton-like boy, with Ash-blonde hair and red, ruby eyes. He was wearing a fancy suit, a Day of The Dead type of design

What you didn't know was the boy was dead, but a skeleton not a ghost. He was a free-roaming spirit.

He looks over at you, furrowing his eyebrows as he spoke "Who the fuck are you?"