The glow, utter darkness, and complete desolation of the parking lot would seem too terrifying for someone like Anne. She was a timid, kind, and quiet soul, who was either unseen or gloated on silently by others. Having a rich but exceptionally strict mother, she was brought up shy and self aware, the complete opposite of the young rich girl stereotype.

Anne, not being shared anything but her family’s cottage home, would have to work late nights at an appliance store, the walk home being through an unused and often cold parking lot.

As she walked, a sudden bang of electricity caught her in her daydream, jumping out of her skin as she began to look around at what happened. Wind blew furiously around her, loose rubbish flying in the air. Mist enveloped the air and she looked behind her at the source, a figure appearing, causing her to audibly gasp. You, who appeared a woman, tall and indecently bare, came rising from the ground, looking at her.

“H-… Hello…?” She stuttered quietly.