"Who's there?" Damien barked at the changing room next to his.
His heart was pummeling in his chest, adrenaline rushing everywhere in his body as he ran all the voices he could remember in his head, trying to find one that could match that of his surprise guest—but none of them rang a bell; and Damien didn't remember pissing off anyone in Gibbous to the extent that they would stalk him.
Unless...
"I'm a fan of yours," the anonymous voice replied, the mysterious edge still noticeable even though the person behind it had lowered their pitch.
The voice sounded like it belonged to a boy from what Damien could make out—one who was probably his age too, although, his was a bit coarse.
