Lucy's P.O.V.
I'm walking down a dark hallway, not knowing where I'm going. As I walk someone is calling my name, I turn to see who was calling. It was a little boy in pink hair and was wearing a white muffler. He looked about 10 or 11-years-old. He was running towards me, and once he caught up, he took a couple deep breaths.
"Lucy! I finally caught up to you," said the pink hair boy. He sounded happy and he looked so adorable when he was smiling. But it was suspicious though. I begun to speak, but he interrupted me before I even spoke.
"Nee~ Lucy! What's wrong? You look like you never seen me before," he began to sound worried. He looked