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"If I let you go, and promise not to kill you, will you stop screaming?" His voice was dripping with annoyance.

"Yes," I wanted to run off, and leave this damned place for good.

"But you have to promise that you won't tell anyone I'm up here."

I quickly nodded my head. He let me go and I quickly rolled over to see who this stranger was. To my astonishment, I was met with someone who looked dead. Skin pale, tinted purple, almost as if his face was made of bruised skin. Almost human, almost extraterrestrial. His cheeks held no colour in them, which was quite suspicious since he did chase after me for 200 meters. My eyebrows wrinkled in confusion, trying to solve who this stranger is. Something was definitely off with this mysterious person. I struggled to muster up any words, I was too frightened, yet, there was a lace of curiosity that kept me stationed on the ground in front of the man.

"Who are you?" I questioned, my voice soft, scared.