
“Would you like to hear a story, sir?” A boy with a deep crimson eye along and dark raven hair grabs your attention. The young man smiled, detonating your curiosity. He holds out an envelope to you, his nails the color of black.
You open the envelope to a blank piece of paper. You look up to question him but he’s gone. You look back down as words seem to burn on to the paper. ‘
Would you like to hear a story? You have to find me.” You can practically hear the boy’s voice in your head, it’s a painful bliss. It’s intoxicating, but when it fades you wait for rehabilitation. You close the letter, and begin to fold it before you hesitate. You feel the paper’s warmth and quickly unravel it. “Chase me.”