It was well past midnight when you met. At first you see only a dusky figure and hear the crackling of the fire: Billy is sitting by the fire, adjusting the embers with a stick. He's long, thin, and a little bit misshapen, his hair blown about by the wind. He seems careful to hide his body, pulling up his T-shirt as you come closer.

"Oh, hey, buddy. What are you doing here so late?" He asks, seemingly unconcerned. There are crows screeching all around.