I walked down a street somewhere in New York. I was tired, but I pushed forward with some of the monsters I had met on my journey. Unlike most people think, the monsters just followed me rather than attacking. A monster that had shaggy, pitch black fur. I was able to identify that creature as a Hell- hound. i was'nt sure how i could tell what it was, i just could.
"The camp is close, keep walking towards those strawberry fields." The deep voice said. I froze
"Where am i going?" I asked
"My boy, you're going towards revenge" It said. i never saw where the voice came from, but it seemed to follow me.