“Wake up, boy. Wake up and see what problems you have stirred up. Wake up and see in what snare your foot has been caught.” a soothing voice whispered above Gavin, hidden by a swirling gray fog that felt heavy and sleepy, but still energized Gavin more than any shot of caffeine could. He squinted and tried to move blindly through the swirling atmosphere to calm the feeling of being vulnerable. In such a hazy fog he couldn't see five feet from his feet, slowing his pace to a nail-biting pace. His mind began to wonder whether any of this was real or not, and if it was, how worried he should be that he was alone in a strange fog, with a voice that seemed to speak from everywhere. A shiver ran down his spine as his train of thought shifted gears and he began to wonder if it was a dream. Terror took over his body. He never wanted to witness the blood of his last encounter again. “What nonsense are you conjuring up in that skull of yours? Why do you insist on staying asleep?" the voice cooed from all directions. Gavin turned and searched frantically in the fog. A feeling of anticipation and nervousness emerged from the depths of his thoughts. Strangely, the voice didn't sound threatening or harmful but rather the contrary; it was full of the soothing warmth that came with age and knowledge, almost as if anyone who had ever spoken was going to answer a silly question that someone like Gavin would ask His voice echoed across the expanse before him, making him feel as if no one was actually with him. “You'll learn soon enough, boy.” A bright light suddenly pierced Gavin's vision as the fog suddenly… centered of the paper......Oden's eyes and took a step back. Suddenly his leg fell into a mysterious hole and before he knew it, the rainwater was up to his knees, making the rest of him tremble. of the body. “Don't worry about anything, Gavin. I'll be fine when I finish my business." A voice hissed from under the black mask. "Who are you?" Gavin shouted at the person. "Just a lone fox looking for a righteous kill." Rain began to pour down on both of them , making everything wet on Gavin and the mask the man had glistening black. Gavin looked around and realized that the water was practically cascading down the allied walls. It filled the trash cans and before Gavin if he realized it, the garbage was floating all around his waste. “If you will excuse me.” The movement under the figure's cloak ruffled the strips of black cloth. Suddenly an arm was revealed with a gun in his hand…