Aaron's legs just wouldn't move, no matter how hard he mentally screamed at them to. He could only stare at the… thing. He tried to scream, but only managed a weak, strangled gasp. Aaron could feel his heart pounding like a hammer trying to break his ribs and heard his blood rushing in his ears. RUN. was all he could think, but Aaron's mind seemed to be the only part of him that worked. He was petrified. By fear, by shock, by lack of energy? Aaron didn't even know why he was simply standing there.

Roxanne shrieked again, apparently able to move, and threw the bottle of blue nail polish that she always had in her pocket (Why? Aaron could never tell) at the creature. It bounced off the mass of flesh and shattered on impact with the ground. The sound of breaking glass which both knew, much too well, snapped Aaron out of his trance. He immediately grabbed his still wailing sister's right wrist and ran out of the nearest door.

Some of the fastest sprinting Aaron'd ever done was along this unfamiliar road. He had never been on it before, making him realize that he ran out a different door than he'd walked into the store through so calmly.

Aaron, against any will of his own, felt himself trip and fall. Luckily, he wasn't scratched anywhere on his body. Unluckily, looking behind, he expected something to pounce onto his helpless figure and tear his flesh to shreds. Nothing. Roxanne was too stunned to do anything and simply sat in a daze.

Almost all was quiet other than the heavy breathing of both, until Aaron willed himself to get up from his spot on the street. He glanced to both sides, looking for something. Even Aaron didn't know what he wanted to find, he just continued to look. He continued to walk down the street, dragging Roxanne alongside him. He saw many shops, but one caught his eye.

The shop's windows were smashed, the door ajar, but blocked by debris, the sign had all but fallen off, and the letters on the sign were impossible to read. Aaron stopped and turned towards the shop, but his eyes were soon drawn to something else in front of the shop.

There was a small handgun, glimmering in front of the door. Aaron walked over to it and picked it up. He'd seen some of his friends use guns before, and though he himself never had, he felt he could.

Although his being drawn to the gun was simply for self-protection, he soon felt an unfamiliar mental pull towards the scattering of glass that used a window on the ground.

Struggling to suppress memories, Aaron walked towards the glass and saw what pulled him towards it. A small, white, key labeled "Side Entrance". Aaron questioned his own mentality as he seemed to reach through glass for a key that held no real importance to his own situation. As he reached for it, he gained a few scratches from the glass, but nothing too major. He stood back up after grabbing the key, and walked back toward his sister who'd been watching him with uneasy eyes.

"Are…. Are you going to use that gun?" She questioned, looking at her older brother.

"If we find another of those things, and this time we're not so lucky as to have it chained up. It's always better to have possible protection," Aaron protectively answered.

"How do you know that thing was really going to hurt us? Hell, how do you even know that it wasn't fake?" Roxanne yelled at him, throwing both arms back. "And what the hell did you reach into a pile of glass for?"

Aaron froze for a moment. Why did he even trust that the monstrosity he saw was real? Aaron questioned himself for thinking so. No matter how hard he may have tried, though, he couldn't believe that it wasn't real. He held a strange feeling that no matter how hard he tried, he was never going to believe differently. It was real. That much he knew.

And as for Roxanne's third question, he spoke one word, "This," and pulled the key with the label out of his pocket.

"Now, why would you want that?"

Aaron shrugged and replied with a mumbled, "I don't know." He began to walk away, telling his sister with black hair, "I have the feeling it'll be useful. I don't know why."

Roxanne huffed at her blonde brother. "Whatever." She finished the conversation and caught up with Aaron. Both walked farther down the street.

Aaron stopped Roxanne for a reason that she didn't know, but he knew very well. A small shadow that he could barely make out in the thick fog ran across his line of vision. He lifted his new gun and began sprinting after it, yelling, "Come on, Roxanne!"

Trusting that Roxanne was behind him, he continued to follow this unknown shadow. As the shadow approached a building, it slowed to a walk.

A… Hospital? Aaron questioned, slowing to a walk along with the shadow. He continued to follow it though. Then the silhouette found a small alley beside the hospital, and Aaron followed it into the narrow area. It broke into a run again, which Aaron followed, then slowed to a walk again, which Aaron also did. Aaron looked ahead of himself. There was a wall ahead of him and the shadow, which he noticed had stopped. He lifted his gun again and slowly approached the shadow.

"Umm…. Excuse me?" a small, timid voice piped up. Aaron's eyes widened as he began to see a small, maybe eight year old girl, with short, light brown hair, teal eyes, and an olive-green headband with a thick purple line going down the middle.

"Eh?" Aaron couldn't help but be shocked that there was a human. He felt embarrassed for thinking this little girl was a monster, and blushed just the slightest bit.

"I'm trying to get into this door. Could you help?" She tilted her head, and looked at him in a way so cute, that if you can say no to it, you're a demon.

Aaron looked at the door to his right. On the door was a bit smudged, but still legible "Side Entrance" to the hospital. Then something hit him. He fished around in his pockets for the key he'd picked up. How he'd known it'd be useful was beyond him. He unlocked the door and pushed it open.

"There," Aaron told the girl, looking inside.

"Thank you, Aaron!" She smiled brightly at him. He then got an idea as Roxanne caught up to both of them.

"Roxanne," he whispered, "could you keep an eye on this girl? For me? Oh, and, here." He handed her the gun.

Roxanne looked shocked for a moment, "Don't you want this, for protection?" He shook his head, and she sighed and nodded, walking inside after the girl. He didn't need the gun.

Something in the alley had caught his eye. He picked up the faucet pipe with strange characters (Japanese, Chinese, something else? Aaron doesn't know) that looked kind of like they said JIL, but Aaron highly doubted that.

Walking inside the hospital, he looked around the large lobby, soon noticing a large plaque above the door.

His eyes widened as he read the inscription. He read it multiple times, trying to wrap his mind around it.

That name.

That name made him.

That name broke him.

That name.

Kirsten Owens.

His eyes widened even larger as he heard a loud siren begin blaring in his ears.