The Pale Boy Stared At The Shadowy Figure In Front Of Him. It Felt Like An Eternity Of Staring At Each Other. The Figure Grinned, Showing Several Sharp Fangs. The Male Stared At The Fangs Of The Grinning Figure. The Atmosphere Felt Thick, As If Not Even A Knife Could Slice Through It. Finally, The Boy Spoke, "Who...Are You?" "Me? I'm Just A Demon."