Some boy in an oversized Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts was standing outside our apartment. He appeared to be holding a red disc, with black markings on it.
Being as I was the only one at home, and he didn't seem to be about to rob me, I decided to let him in. From the way he charged through the doorway, I began to suspect I'd made the wrong decision.
"See? Look at this!" He thrust the disc into my face.
"I'm...I don't understand?.."
He stared straight into my eyes, his misted glasses obscuring his own. Then, after a moment, he relaxed and continued. "This is mine, he told me about yours. Show me."
"I'm sorry, I -"
"He means Devin." The disc...spoke. In a surprisingly refined and gentle voice, no less. "You must beware, David. Your new friend has many enemies."
The boy smirked at my shocked expression. "Well then? Where's Devin?"
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