Under the sterile, white bed sheets lay a young child, barely nine years old. His cute face was bound to attract the attention of many, while his puffy cheeks were a tinge of crimson.
His breathing was rhythmic and shallow, Two factors that indicated he was asleep. However, in reality, the boy was feigning such patterns to fool a certain entity outside his window.
The night was stormy, and rain poured endlessly atop the fertile ground of the Garcia Estate. The sounds of thunder and the terrifying glow of lightning were the boy's enemy, as they prevented the sound inside his bedroom from reaching other rooms.
Within the pouring rain, atop the boy's window, sat a shadow, rocking back and forth as it observed the boy.
The boy, of course, was Jake Garcia.