*rap, rap, rap*     

A pale and bony hand tapped steadily on a wooden door. The hand’s owner sprouted a vile grin as the door began to open. A young man with short blue hair poked his head out of the threshold. Before him stood a tall grey-skinned man in a black leather outfit. However, the stranger’s unusual complexion and odd fashion sense were completely overshadowed by another feature. Wings. Massive black feathered wings rested on the stranger’s back. When the young man’s eyes locked onto them, the stranger unfurled his wings in a show of strength. Black feathers longer than a human hand fell around them like cherry blossoms. With his first impression complete, the stranger began to speak.           

“Human-”           

“-Whatever it is, I’m not interested. Good day.” The blue-haired boy cut him off in a droning tone.

Without waiting for a reply, the boy began to shut the door.           

“W-Wait!” The stranger yelled. He quickly wrapped his thin fingers around the door, preventing it from being closed. “You can’t believe your eyes, right? But I will not be ignored.”

“I didn’t ignore you.” The boy replied in the same dull tone. “I clearly told you that I’m not interested. Bye.”           

The boy attempted to slam the door, but the stranger stopped him effortlessly. No matter how much strength the boy used, the door would not move an inch.           

“Do not panic, human.” The stranger hissed. “I don’t plan to hurt you or your family. No one else can see me, so would you please let me inside?”           

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“We can’t talk out here?” The boy released the door, but he did not step back.           

“It is quite a sensitive subject.” The stranger’s face, which had twisted into a frown, curled back into another wicked grin. “I believe you picked up something that I dropped. A supernatural notebook known as the…”           

“-Oh yea, that thing.” The boy scratched his head listlessly. “I threw it away.”           

“Yes, you were too afraid to use its power and so you…” The stranger suddenly stiffened. “You…uh…threw it away?”           

“Yes.”           

“Where?”           

“Someone’s trash bin on my way to school.”           

“That’s…um.” The stranger’s wings fluttered nervously. “That’s impossible. I can sense it near you. You read the rules inside, right? No human would throw that kind of power away.”             

The stranger noticed that the boy had stopped looking at him. He followed the boy’s gaze and turned around to see a garbage truck zoom by.           

“Well, if they had their bin out like that, then it must be garbage day.” The boy muttered.           

“HUeeeeH!?” The stranger let out something between a cry of frustration and a childish squeal.           

The boy tried to surreptitiously close the door while the stranger was having an episode. However, a pale hand was thrust in his way once more.           

“WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!?” The stranger yelled, revealing a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth. “WHAT KIND OF HUMAN WOULD THROW MY NOTEBOOK IN THE GARBAGE!?”           

“A normal one.” The boy blinked. “I’m a normal human.”           

“Then you can stay that way for the rest of your life!” The stranger wailed as he took off into the sky.           

The boy passively watched a black speck move towards the city dump at a frightening speed. Once it was out of sight, he closed the door with a sigh.           

“I intend to.”