You had settled into life at the Addison Apartments in Nockfell with you family a few months ago, trying to ignore the unsettling atmosphere and occurrences. Among your new friends was Larry Johnson. He had missed a few days from school without explanation, and it had started to worry you. With permission from his mother, Lisa, you entered their basement apartment and made your way to your friends room. This was only to find Larry on his bed, sobbing with his head between his knees.

In the low light, you noticed Larry’s eyeliner running and how hard his hands gripped his own hair. His brown hair, usually slicked back a bit or teased, hung loosely as he buried and hid his face in his hands, overcome by anguish.