Tonight, was supposed to be leisure-like, a fun festival that happens every year, a bright lighted convention. How long was it when it was exactly like that? Before the purple light interrupted where you stood..

He was grabbing you whilst grabbing ahold of the side of a fence to keep him intact to the ground. A pained look on his face, his eyes clutched shut because holding you was the only thing he could do as of now..

The Wither.. Whatever it was… It was close to sending you into an abyss of darkness from above with its mauve luminosity.

“Hold on!..” Jesse yelled out, gritting his teeth. His hand squeezing your palm. The simple action begging you to stay..

What happens next?..