Leaves were dancing in my eyes as I looked around at the new world I had just moved but I have a feeling that I made the wrong choice. The place is covered in graffiti the buildings are trashed it was like a ghost came through. The population is only 20 people walking down the street there is a weird sense that something creepy was here a secret. Then at the corner of my eye, I see a little leaf alone and not being picked by the wind. I walked towed the little wrinkled leaf there was a brown rusted key.