'There's someone staring at you.' David had managed to make a lucky guess when his eyes moved to a lit window on the third floor of the apartment building he'd been standing under. There was a girl. Her black hair was hanging over her shoulders, and her red tee was hanging off her, like it was a size too big. He couldn't help but stare. Something about her had captured him. A reminder window appeared on his display. He hit the accept button and looked away from the girl, running down the sidewalk. He did his best to ignore the thought squirming around in his brain that he should have asked the girl for her name.

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"There you are. You really sure about this?" David met with Samuel outside of a building that had recently been abandoned. The door was left slightly ajar. Enough that, if light were to be shined through the crack, the person holding said light would be left to have a panic attack. David nodded. "I have to level up somehow." Samuel nodded, handing him a short blade. "And you're sure it's tied up?" Samuel gave him a sly grin. "Are you doubting your benefactor?" David looked down, apologizing. "I didn't mean-just open the door." David slowly pushed the door open, revealing...nothing. Walking inside, he looked around, finding no signs of life, save for the packed crates. "Erm, benefactor?" Samuel's face was one of shock and horror. "David, your book." David opened his notebook, and watched as it wrote something.

'It's above you.'

Without hesitation, David rolled away as the creature fell down. A feral. David reached for his book when it was struck out of his hand. The feral pounced upon him, it's tendril reaching down to take a bite out of him. He slammed the knife into the head atop the tendril, hitting it in the cheek. He tried to pull the knife out, but failed, losing his weapon. "David, I've got you!" The feral was then struck in the back with lightning. It slammed into the wall, the knife bouncing out of the things cheek. David ran over to the weapon. With his blade returned to him, he fixed his stance, eyes planted on the creature that was picking itself up off the ground. The thing hoped atop a packed crate, and then another, and then another. He followed after it, while being sure not succumb to nausea. Once it realized it's plan wasn't working, it turned back to David, lunging at him with the ferocity of a mountain lion. He jammed the knife into the thing's tendril, using all his strength to slam it to the ground. From there, he cut the tendril in half before jamming his blade through the feral's head to finish it off. David sighed, staggering backward and into the wall. Somehow, he'd managed to survive.

Samuel came and helped his friend up, checking for any real damage. He'd found a few scratches and bruises, but nothing worth panicking over. "Oh, your book." Samuel went over, picking up the green covered notebook and handing it to him. "Well, how do you feel?" After checking to make sure his notebook was okay, he proceeded to punch his friend on the shoulder. "Please make sure the chain is on right next time." David said. Samuel chuckled. "Yeah, of course." Samuel wrapped his arm around his friend, and the two made their way into the pitch black night.

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Somehow, David had managed to get through another day of school, bringing him to the same diner he'd always found himself at. Next to his laptop sat a mug of coffee and a burger with a side of fries. Somehow, his recent experiences gave him the idea to write his paper on demons. A theme that was, admittedly, done to death, but nobody said he was unallowed to write on the subject, and he could care less at this point. "Hey, David." He looked up to find Vinnie, in the same garments as yesterday, sitting in a chair in front of him. "Aren't you scared you'll be caught slaking?" David asked her, genuine worry in his eyes. She answered his innocent care with reassurement. "Ah, worry not. There is actually nobody else here. Surely you've heard about the parade in the park?" David made an 'O' face. "Oh. Right." He hadn't even bothered to check his surroundings. "Have you perhaps taken my recommendation to heart?" David nodded. "Of course. I'm as rested as a-um, beaver." Vinnie raised a brow at David's reassurance, but decided to drop it. "So, how is your paper on limes going?" "Oh. New subject. Demons." Vinnie nodded her head. "Generic. I thought you for the silent brainiac, not for a generic shyguy." David bit his cheek. "Work smarter, not harder." He responded. "Ah, well, you have me there." The two proceeded to sit in silence. That was, until someone had entered the diner. "Ah, welcome miss." Vinnie got up, going over to greet the newcomer.

David had returned to his document when the newcomer had come to sit next to him. "Hey, you." David looked up, and felt his heart explode in his chest. The girl from last night, now in khakis and a blue sweatshirt, was sitting next to him, holding her head in her right palm. "I-uh-mm." David turned away from her, trying to compose himself and his burning cheeks. "Yes, I know, I look absolutely beautiful. But, as much as I'd love to speak of my greatness, I'm actually here for another reason." She prodded him in the chest with her pointer finger, and proceeded with a question that had turned him from lovestruck to nervous. "Now, tell me. For what reason had you captured a monster?"