A story

"I'm working on it!" the boy says. "There won't even be a scar when I'm done, I promise!" Your vision clears enough to get a look at the boy. He looks to be around twelve years old, with dark skin and choppily cut black hair. He's bundled up in a purple hooded cloak that is far too big for him. A strange white aura is coming from his hands, which are gently touching your wound. You watch as the gaping claw marks slowly close up, then disappear completely. The boy stands up.

"There, all done!" he says as he wipes the blood off his hands. He looks up at you with the beginning of a smile, which morphs into a horrified expression when he meets your eyes. The boy turns and bolts away from you, nearly falling off the cliff right outside the cave.