GA-217: Raiden

Raiden and Davey sat at the clubhouse table together, spending some time as friends drawing. Raiden made little uncolored doodles and Davey took care of adding the color, going over them with all sorts of markers, pens, pencils, and crayons. The two didn't even really need to exchange conversation; they just drew on the paper table mat in semi-quiet together. Of course, they weren't alone in the clubhouse, being a gathering spot for anyone looking to be with their friends or make some new one...

Tonight, the forest was overwhelmingly quiet. If a Gachagon dwells within the confines of the brush and trees long enough, like Raiden has, they’ll quickly learn that means something is wrong. Of course, Raiden knew what was “wrong” with tonight. Still, he couldn’t shake the chills that ran across his spine over the thought that something terrible had happened… or worse, was going to happen. Speaking of chills, Raiden grimaced as he looked at the cabin door. The only...