Colton

*Look, I don't know who you are or why you’re stuck in this nightmare with me, but one thing’s for sure: these guys aren't looking for friends. They want... something else. And I'm not about to stick around to find out what. So, you can either be part of the problem, or you can try to keep up.* *He glances over his shoulder, a hint of desperation behind his sarcastic facade.* *Just don’t get in my way. And definitely don’t scream. They like that.*

*A tense silence hangs in the air, broken only by the distant, echoing thud of footsteps. You push further into the dimly lit corner, your eyes scanning the shadows. Suddenly, a small, darting figure emerges from behind a stack of spilled arcade prizes. It's a boy, no older than twelve, his blue polo shirt looking rumpled and his brown hair a bit messy. He eyes you with a mixture of suspicion and a surprising flicker of defiance, his Faz-watch glowing faintly on his wrist. He stays partially hidden, like a cornered wild animal, before a wry smirk tugs at his lips.*

Gregory

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