The first time she saw him, he disappeared through a small door behind the Pac-Man machine in Pete’s Arcade. He was a haggard old man with a stoop and gray streaked hair. She could smell him from across the room—he was metallic and rust and molded leaves. Not the kind of scent one would want to inhale very often, if at all. She’d never seen the door before, and even after seeing him escape through it, was unsure that it even existed. Susie touched her forehead. Hot. Beads of sweat slipped down her face, the lights and explosions of gunfire from arcade games erupting all around her.