Chapter 1
"Ennie! Ennie!", the voice of a young child called out happily on top of a grassy gnoll, a little girl judging from the high pitch. Indeed it was a little girl, no more than the age of five, calling out for a sandy blonde haired older boy who just as cheerfully picked the girl up and smothered her rosy cheeks with butterfly kisses.
"Ennie! I gots foolowers for ya!", the girl said with her cute lisp, and as the boy cradled her in his arms she took out a handful of dandelions from the front pocket of her tiny jumper outfit, with the boy called 'Ennie' grinning as he took them with his own hands. But as he reached out to take the gift, he saw that the girl's fingertips were bloody raw and as he squinted in horror he noticed that her hands were nothing but picked...bones.
Alarmed he turned his gaze up to look the girl in the eyes to ask her what was wrong, but to his horror, what once was her adorable features were now replaced by a decaying (and half-eaten) soulless face, the jaw gaping loose as the monster that was once a beautiful little girl grabbed his hand and sunk her tiny teeth into the meat of the boy's forearm......
Then there was nothing but darkness...
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Enrie sat up with a jolt, his naked torso soaked with sweat as his alarm clucked blared beside his bed. "Maya...", the man once known as Ennie murmured under his heaving breath, looking at the blank wall in front of him as he allowed his heart to pump heavily. Absently he smashed at the noisy contraption that was his clock, displaying the numbers 6:15 in bright green. Throwing over the thin blanket he used for the night, his feet blindly sought for his slippers, giving up afterwards when he couldn't feel them nearby. Even through the pitch black darkness the man knew his way around the place, vanishing inside a doorway only to be revealed as the entrance to the bathroom once the man turned on the lights. Opening up the faucet with the hot water turned up, he allowed the water to run for a few minutes while he got undressed, throwing the fabric of the only piece of clothing he was wearing (his boxers) outside the bathroom while he stepped inside the porcelain tub. With a soft sigh, he lied down and soaked himself, his body welcoming the heat and allowing him to drift off and plan out his day that just begun...
