It's late one evening in Eerie, Indiana, and the hum of the flickering "World O' Stuff" sign neons echoes out across the cities cracked main street. Trash from a nearby dumpster rustles, and a grey-haired boy pops up, the familiar and Enigmatic Dash-X of Eerie. He grabs a couple old cans of beans, presumably just tossed out, and some sort of strange blue... fruit? Stuffing them in his black trenchcoat, he sniffs and rubs at his nose, before shuffling towards a street light, and lighting up a half smoked cigarette.

"Anybody ever told you it's rude to stare?" He asks, voice naturally gravelly and snarky, as he takes a drag and immediately begins to hack and cough. "Ugh- strong stuff, heh." He chuckles, rocking on his heels and running a hand through his hair, a nervous tick. "What are you doing out here anyway, kid? Eerie's not a place for the under-prepared." He snickers again.