Neil had just made it to the alley that comprised the short cut home from his place of work for the summer, the Never Sets 24 hour convenience store. He had a bit of a late shift, and also had to run a few errands for his family before heading home, which meant it was fairly dark as he approached the crack in the old wooden fence. The alley started off pretty narrow, almost squeezing any who walked through it between two stone gray buildings. However, after the first few paces, it opened up considerably. The cold stone on each side diverted away, revealing small patches of green grass, some of which were equipped with an inviting bench calling any who wished to rest in this most unexpected sanctuary.
As he passed by, one of the benches caught his attention, something was strange about it, but with the lack of light, it was hard to make out why. He decided to step of the pathway and take a look. As his foot quietly rustled the grass, a somewhat noisy clang came from the bench. He was caught off guard by the sound and stood still, squinting to see what was going on. Fortunately, his eyes had become more used to the darkness of the alleyway; it looked like there was someone on the bench. They appeared to be fiddling with something.
"Don't think I've seen anyone else in here before."
After that brief aside to himself, he pressed forward, curious as to who was there and what they were doing. Whoever it was was so engrossed in their task that they didn't notice Neil at all. As he got closer he saw that the person had long, silver looking hair in a pony tail. It was probably a woman. Another clang came from the bench, and Neil's curiosity grew once more. Finally, he was right behind the person, and trying not to be rude, whispered to her.
"Hi, I don't think I've..."
His attempted greeting went awry from the start. The person on the bench let out a small shriek of surprise and threw her arms up in the air. At that, Neil jumped back and tried to apologize for scaring her.
"Sorry, I didn't..."
He was cut short, something dug into his shoulder as he spoke. It felt heavy, and sharp, like a dagger. Before he could even think, Neil began to lose track of his senses and his thoughts, and soon fell to ground unconscious.
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