Localtoast 002 Page 10

The number two, the author's signature, and the words, "localtoast 002"
 Present day, on the porch behind the restaurant. Oscar checks both ways before flipping out a little switchblade and investigating an alleyway. "Hello? Anyone?" "Scans detect one other player" "Huh, I wonder where they are?" A small person appears behind Oscar, "You don't want to be here."  "Someone got robbed and shot here."

perfectly normal creepy kid