Anthony POV:

  Standing in front of the mirror I had to admit I didn't look terrible. Granted I probably looked goth as fuck with my hot topic hoodie, bck skinny jeans, and boots.

  You know, the stuff I wore every so often before I came here.

  "I'm definitely not worried about hanging out with someone I know in passing or meeting someone new." I mutter, "Definitely not."

  A fsh of red catches my eye as I adjust my head.

  Oh right, the tattoo. Stretching from about halfway up my neck to about the 2nd or 3rd rib on my left was a tattoo of two creatures coming out of a mote of light. The creatures were almost identical except while one was bck and snarling the other was red and howling.

  "Wonder if I should try cover this up?" I muse to myself.

  "Meh who cares. Not like anyone I care about seeing it will see it."

  With that thought I walk to the door before halting in front of it.

  There was another note.

  "Have fun. -H"

  Ripping the note off the wall and preparing to crumple it up I notes words on the other side.

  "PS: Ceil has something pnned"

  Well that isn't ominous at all.

  Whatever I need friends so I might as well go still.

  Plus who knows. Maybe Ceil is setting me up on a date and pnning to dip out.

  "Pfffftttt, That'll never happen." I think as I step outside while checking for the meetup spot.

  "Wait a minute why does that intersection seem familiar?"

  As I arrived at the meetup I realize why. Its where I plowed into that girl.

  Who is standing right next Ceil.

  My heart stops.

  Maybe I can-

  Then she turns, and freezes locking eyes with me.

  Well shit. There go my chances of sneaking away before she sees me.

  "ANTHONY!" I hear Ceil call.

  Great. Time to face the music I guess.

  "Hey Ceil." I say as I sheepishly approach.

  "Who's your friend?"