The people, each with different horn shapes, circle around you. “Don’t worry,” one said with a raspy voice, “We won’t hurt you,” You start to back up, but bump into another one of them as it starts to crawl out of the waves. Startled, you fall to the ground and start to see a ring of faces above you.

“wHeRe Is He?” one questioned softly. He was profusely sweating. You get a disgusting feeling thinking that his sweat might fall down onto you. “i AsKeD wHeRe Is ThE lImE bLoOd!?” he asks, more aggressive than before.

“wh-who? who a-are you talking about?” you stammer, nervous of what might happen to you.

“CMON, WHERE’S THE LIME BLOOD?” a different one asked. “the lime blood, wheres the lime blood?” They keep asking over and over, you’re confused, you don’t know who has lime blood, what does that even mean?

Finally one pushes the others back and kneels down in your face. “Where’s Jonath?” he said, extremely calmly. He was wearing what you can only describe as...pajamas?

“i-i dont know, he just disappeared.” You honestly have no idea of where he went after the deal. They all back away and go over to a different part of the beach. You try to stand, but you’re paralyzed from fear. You look over and count how many there are. 10, 2 are wet, 5 have wings and pajamas, and the rest have a terrible fashion sense. You look over to your right. There was a shaking in the bushes. You see it again. 2 long horns emerge from the top of the bush. Then a head, along with a body and some legs. Jonath was wearing all sand colored clothes. He crawled over to you, making sure he wasn’t seen. He whispered to you, “Listen, you have to leave right now. I will be fine, you should leave me. These people will seriously mess with you. You have to get out of here.” He helps you stand up. “Now run. Run to home. Grab all your belongings then meet me here at 25:00. I will need you here. Go.” This plan seems kind of sketchy. You don’t want to leave him for dead, plus then where will your schmaecklez come from?

“i dont want to leave you jon, youre my best friend. please dont make me leave.”

“Please, Emil. Do it. Do you trust me?”

“Yes”