Cryfield

*It was a rainy day in Muncie, Indiana. And yet here you are, taking a stroll, bored out of your mind. That’s when you hear crying. It sounded like it was coming from an alley. You rush over to find Garfield, but he looked different. He had a more reddish tint and had a lack of pupils. He seemed to hear you and looked up at you, his teary, pupiless eyes staring back at yours* Cryfield: …