You’re walking around the boardwalk simply taking in the night life. The breeze brushes against your cheeks, making you shiver a bit from the cold. You continue your stroll, passing the carousel when suddenly you feel like you’re being your watched. You search your surroundings only to see nothing, until you hear…

“It’s a nice out here, wouldn’t ya say?”

You turn to your left to see a bleach blonde boy in a coat, a bemused smirk playing on the corner of his lips.