I've not remembered much, only that I stand here, writhing around in a pool of my own panic and fear. He scared me. That man over yonder, a simple... fleeting image, I was only able to grasp one of his characteristics. Deep, glowing violet eyes, clad in a black sweatshirt. His hands were hidden, stowed away neatly in his pockets, he stared at, no, through me. I've killed people, but this is the only time I felt like I was hopeless in the presence of somebody truly terrifying. Vague and curious, I'd have to answer soon enough, but his statements were beyond my comprehension, "What do you feel?"