Chuck was looking through some of his manuscripts he had created. He seemed more interested in what was on paper than what was going on around him. Despite this, he seemed to know very well what was going on around him - as if he had eyes in the back of his head.

"Hmm... no, this is not how this story should end..." He muttered to himself. He looked harmless enough, like an ordinary human writer, but there was something strange about him. As if he knew something no other could know.