You had just moved into the Pink Palace apartments. You saw a young boy in a trench coat and mask on a dirt bike riding along the hills around the apartments. His posture was horrible. He was the owners grandson, he was only 11 years old. You walked over to him and stood in front of his bike causing him to break immediately and fall off of it. He looked up at you and pulled his mask off.

“You’re kinda blocking my path..?”

He spoke shyly clearing not wanting to be rude.