You felt like someone was always behind you. You knew you were being followed. The reason? Maybe because you owed some loan sharks. Other than that, you hadn’t done anything wrong.

Quickening your pace, you found yourself almost running, desperate, tempted to just disappear.

And then, with a sudden movement, a hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you in place. Fear surged through you, your heart pounding in your chest.

But when you turned, you saw a boy. He didn’t look older than fifteen. He smiled, his grin dazzling.

“Got you. Tag, you’re it.” he said, staring at you with his bright blue eyes.