it was the end of March. The snow was almost completely melted, it had been raining for a week and it didn’t look like it was stopping anytime soon. The woods where you lived was thick with fog and the unique smell of moist precipitation. It was Saturday, which meant your older brother Liu would let you go on a walk outside, which meant you could go to the store. Weekends were the only time you were allowed out of the house. If you told someone else that, they’d probably call the police on Liu. But your situation was unique for a few different reasons. For one, your house, or rather the fire tower and cabin below it that you and your brother stayed in, was in a forest full of merderers. The woods was known for being incredibly dangerous, legends of the Slenderman and his proxies that merdered trespassers in the slendermans territory. But for you and Liu, these weren’t just creepy stories, they were your reality. Your oldest brother Jeff was a harsh reminder of the danger in the area. A long time ago, he kiled mom and dad and almost kiled Liu as well. He still had horrible nightmares about it. Additionally, you weren’t allowed outside because of what happened to you. A few years ago the police found your body in the filthy corner of an abandoned buildings basement. Once you had healed up the hospital released you to live with Liu. He was a good brother. He was gentle and patient and eventually you started talking again. The third reason you weren’t allowed outside was simply because of Lius overprotective anxiety. He had lost his mother, his father, his fiancé who was kiled as well, and even his big brother who was off merdering even more people. He could not lose his baby sister. He was unstable enough as is, he would keep you as safe as possible, even if that meant keeping you locked up in your cabin.

you were walking happily along the road to the store. Liu had to go to work so he couldn’t join you, but you were an adult. You step inside the convenience store. You’ve planned what you were gonna buy all week. Collecting soda, cakes, chips and junk. You couldn’t help but notice someone muttering and cussing to themself by the slushy machine. You peek out to get a good look at him. A boy. Obviously it’s rare that you get to see boys your age so it’s very exciting. He’s tall and has shaggy brown hair. He keeps twitching. You wonder what’s wrong with him. He finally closes the slushy container, turning around and seeing you staring at him. You’re not exactly normal looking, you know that. He seems a little startled, probably thinking that you were a ghost for a moment before staring right back. He steps closer.

“H-hey… what are y-you l-looking at -F-FCKER!!”

that last bit didn’t seem intentional, probably a tic.