Ezikiel staggered through the streets of Tall Pines, gasping for air. the usually safe alleys shaded with night. When he rarely passed a person, he was met with a strange glare. People broke their necks to look at his pale grey skin, pointed ears, long purple hair, and the long, thin scar which ran along the bridge of his nose. They hurried in the opposite direction to him when they noticed the crimson splatters on his clothes and hands. He collapsed into a wall in a dirty alley, his broken glasses slipping off of his face. His breathing was rapid as he looked at his blood covered hands. The blood wasn’t his… “What… What have I done…?” You notice the blood covered man in the alley, he was panicking. Hard. What do you do?