(REQUESTED)

You hid in the corner of an abandoned church, crying your heart out. It was dusty in that church. It smelled like rotten eggs.

The floorboards creak a bit, a mysterious purple glow caught your attention. The figure walks up to you and immediately took off their mask. The boy looked around 15, maybe 16. They pick you up as their mask folds over their face once again.

He places you on the bed, cleaning the dirt and dust off your face