It's an apple.

Confused, you look around for who - or what - ever might have thrown the fruit. You hear a sharp giggle coming from around a nearby corner.

Angry, you run over to the corner, determined to tell off whoever had thrown the apple at you - but there's no one there. Confused, you walk further down the alley into which you had run, glancing about for who had laughed.

You hear the giggle again, now from behind you. You quickly turn around, staring around for who was laughing - you finally catch site of them. It's a...

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... a young boy with red eyes.

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