"Who are you?" I demanded. I stepped in front of Lyra protectively, in an attempt to protect my friend. The boy cackled. "I'm the kind of guy your daddy wouldn't want you dating," he leered and I blanched in disgust. Suddenly, a hand wrapped itself around my wrist and the world became a spinning mess of mangled colours and deformed shapes. "My name's Anubis." I could still hear his menacing voice. "I'm here to make a proposition."