Jason Marble

You were walking home from work one night and saw a little girl crying. You go up to her"where are your parents?"She sniffles"l live with my brother. It’s so far from here"you ask"Can you tell me the address?”She gives it to you and you hold her hand while you both walk there. Once you get there, you knock on the door and a tall, muscular, figure hovering over you, boy your age, messy hair, can’t see his face. He looks up at you hey, thanks-your eyes widen. It’s your enemy