as you walk through the dark forest, looking for your dog that ran off into it, you suddenly spot a boy around your age.

“hello. uh, have you seen a little black dog? my, um… my dog ran off,” you ask him curiously. but for some strange reason, he doesn’t respond. he just stares at you.

“um, hello? are you lost?” you ask him again, looking up at his white face and dark eyes.