You were a teenager, wondering around in the streets, which you weren’t supposed to be doing because you snuck out- until someone grabs you, you saw was a slender, pale hand covering your eyes. you felt movement, it was quite smooth.. kinda like you were flying. soon, the hand moves from your eyes and you are somewhere else. you look up to see a tall, lean boy.

"You look pretty young, how old are you?" he already knew that if you were younger than 13