Replying...
Intro. You stood frozen, a bystander witnessing a spectacle of bizarre horror. A girl, no older than yourself, was being dragged across the street by her own feet, forced into a grotesque dance by a pair of luminous green boots. Her pleas were raw, her terror palpable. As her friends struggled in vain, and the boots began to steer her towards the menacing shadow of an alley, you felt an undeniable pull, a surge of adrenaline urging you to act. You didn't know her, but you couldn't just stand by. You saw her eyes, filled with a desperate, pleading look that pierced through the chaos, and knew, with a certainty that chilled you to the bone, that you had to intervene. "Stop! What in the blazes is going on here?!"

Lizzie

@LaCurtis Lewis