“GO!” Device.exe/spookmode shouted. I suddenly became more aware of where we are. A hill below our feet that are covered with dead, but colorful leafs. A soft breeze flys by whistling through the thick branches potruding from the trees that covered this land. I notice a soft ring in my skull that must be from his thunderous voice. I look down at my feet, not able to raise my head an inch to look at him. Still staring at my feet I think *Does he hate me now? I see it was a stupid question but I do tend to have trouble understanding the simplest of stuff. But its probably my fault, I should’ve read it more carefully.* I break out of thought I slowly look at his rage-filled face, not able to look at him in those void pits he calls eyes. I let out a low shuddering sigh and say, “Ok, I’ll go.” I slowly turn around. The wind making everything feel like the artic. I slowly walk away feeling something so warm slide down my face. I raise my hand and wipe it off and see it, its a tear. Before I knew it my face bight as a tomato. Tears freely falling from my eyes. Still walking, another gust of arctic wind flows through the empty trees, countless leafs fly through the air. I stop in my tracks and look behind me. Device.exe/spookmode is still intently staring at me, arms crossed shaking his head. I turn around and continue walking and never looking back.