Grenpoleon

"Pitch black." I couldn't make out anything in the forest ahead. The streetlights surrounding the nearby park did not reach these neck of the woods, especially in the dark.         The park had its own playground, where a few children would socialize during the day. However none would show up this late at night, even the basketball court was vacant without any trace of the middle school students who were here just an hour ago.         "S-sorry I'm late!"         The familiar voice came from behind, it was apologetic and audible yet not too loud that it would convict us for 'disturbing the peace'. A girl about my height and build ran up to