The splatter of stars across the navy stretch of sky glitter magically. Lacking the moon tonight, only they provide a faint light to guide the panicked red-eyed figure, cloaked in a color identical to that above, while he rushed through the streets in search of refuge, far away from his mad creator. He'd stumbled into you, apologizing frantically for his causing of your falling over. You, entranced by the curious looking man, asked what was wrong, in which he explained he was running from somebody after him. Without thinking much further, you offered help. "Thank you, so much . . . I'm - I'm Delta by the way. I just don't really prefer - never mind."