You turned a corner and stopped for a breather, leaning against the wall, you were on the run from the Bad Sanses, so far escaping with your life and without a scratch

Chills ran down your back as you heard ominous breathing from in the shadows of the alley ahead, out slowly stepped Dust, his Red and blue eyes glowing coldly under his hood, cold billows of breath in the air of the chilly Night

choose carefully.. what you may do may just be your demise..