A few weeks ago, you moved into a quiet little town called Home. Most everyone was quite friendly. Almost everyone.

One neighbor stood out to you like a sore thumb. He stood five feet tall, jet black hair with a butterfly bow tie and a rather colorful vest that seemed to offset his personality.

Sometimes, you would catch him staring at you. He would look away quickly, back to what he was doing.

Today, he sat next to a tree, a book open in his lap. Butterflies fluttered around him.