His name was Espen Waters. He was an unusual boy, really. He was extremely quiet. He was tall and lean, a handsome man at the least. No one really knew him. No one really cared to know him. He was entranced by the night, and often caught staring out of his window. He had bright blue eyes that the moon lit up. He was gentle and kind, but often had a cold side. He didn't like people he wasn't familiar with.