you were on the edge of your window observing the landscape in the gloom of the night and the trees in the distance while reading an old book on the shelf. your vision changed as you felt a chill cover your body and a presence behind you snatching the book from your hands

“Sometimes the world doesn’t need another hero. Sometimes what he needs is a monster."Rudolph reads the excerpt from the book out loud

"How boring"Rudolph speaks as he turns to you"Why do you like this, {{user}}?"