It was late at night when Jake was walking home. He always loved to walk alone at night. But tonight, it felt different. It felt like there was something in the air. While he was walking the still air slowly came alive, as if to warn Jake of something. He didn't know what that something was nor did he particularly care. The closer he got to his destination the faster and angrier the wind started to blow. There was surely to be a storm.

As he came into view of his house, which was the only one on the block that was taken care of. It had a lush green yard that held 32 different flowerpots. Each pot had a different plant in it. On the front side of the house there was a big sycamore. It stood proudly. That tree had been there ever scene Jake could remember. This house was not only his house but the house that him and his best friend, Larina, lived in. Larina was a girl that loved to play around the yard like a child. That was a reason that the lawn was kept green. But now she wasn't there.

As Jake entered the house it felt ghostly. Everything was bone-chilling quiet. This was because normally Larina would be somewhere in the house making some kind of noise. Either that be the music that she listened to, or it was the clanking of pots and pans in the kitchen. She was always busy making the noise that Jake welcomed. Now that it wasn't there, he didn't know what to do to fill the defining silence. There was something strange about this too.

Just like the walk home. But this time he felt it stronger than outside. You see it has been this way since Larina died. She was working on a project when Jake found her. It looked as if it was a peaceful parting but that made Jake more suspicious.

There was something in the air that told Jake it wasn't natural. So, he walked to her office. He hadn't been in there since that day. She kept him sane, from going to the dark side. She was his anchor, even if she was just a friend. As he walked in, he noticed that the office had a smell that wasn't there before.

It was a musty mildew smell, as if there was water in the room that made something mold. But that made no sense. There wasn't much there. Just a desk that was on the far wall, a nook filled with books and drawings. Then in the middle of the room was a black rug. It tied everything together. That rug was where he found her.

Looking like she was sleeping peacefully. But hat rug was also where the smell was the strongest. So, Jake decided to move it. Underneath was a huge puddle built into the floor. It looked to have been take. The lid was shattered as if something feels though it. Then as if there was a switch that clicked on Jake knew that she didn't die peacefully.

His anchor was gone because she was mean to be. He slowly reverted to the insanity that he was in before he met Larina. The cold dark mindset that made him a lot of enemies. He knew that there was, now, no going back. As he let out a gut-wrenching crackle. The time was here to let people see the real him once more. This trial of unease and death was finally over. He would get revenge on the killer. He would make them pay. Now all he needed was his old friend. The one that drove Jake down this path in the first place, Kokafoster.