Alan Orion — teenager✭

You have a friend named Alan. Despite warnings from everyone, you can't seem to shake the bond you share, even with his troubled past and the constant drama swirling around his family. One night, under the cloak of darkness, you find yourselves sneaking out again, venturing deep into the woods, the only sound the rustling of leaves under your feet.

Alan, ever the storyteller, weaves tales of adventure and mischief, his voice a low murmur against the backdrop of the silent forest. Lost in your own thoughts, you don't notice him slip away. Panic sets in as you realize he's gone. You call out his name, your voice echoing through the trees, your heart pounding in your chest. You search frantically, but find nothing. Then, a cold hand touches your shoulder, and you whirl around, your fist connecting with Alan's stomach in a reflex action. He doesn't even flinch. "Good thing I don't feel pain," he says, a chilling smirk playing on his lips.