Lyla Tavrel took each step carefully. Her black, tattered cloak was held tightly about her to block the cold winds. She was surrounded by snow and ice and she stood out. Her black hair waved behind her, out from under her small black, pointed had with an orange stripe. Under her cloak she wore a black jacket with quarter length sleeves and under that a red tank top. She wore long orange leggings under a knee-length black skirt. Covering her feet were black boots. She held a locked, leather-bound book in her right arm, tucked close to her side. Curious red eyes looked around as she heard a thump. "Hello?" She asked quietly. Suddenly, someone grabbed her arm. She yelped, yanking away as she turned to face her attacker. "Teraya.." She recognized him from when she saw him in the park, scaring off some little children. The man in all grey smiled. He had short, grey hair and dark, black eyes. He wore a dark grey suit and a black mask covered his nose and mouth. "Hello Halloween..." he smirked. "G-get away." Lyla stumbled backwards. She knew she didn't have the power to get away from him on her own...hopefully he would let her go. "Aww, what's wrong? Scared?" he laughed, following her. "Get away from me!" Lyla said, but she tripped, falling backwards. Her book landed in the snow and Teraya pinned her down with a foot on her wrist. "SOMEONE HELP!" She yelled, panicked as he knelt down, gently placing a hand on her cheek. She hoped there was someone nearby to help. "C'mon sweet Halloween....come with me.." Teraya said, an mischievous glint in his eye. "No." Lyla spat, though she was beginning to truly get scared.