You, a writer and painter, was always haunted by this one specfic deer, always hallucinating about it, so you always drew about it to get it off your chest, but it never stopped haunting you. You loved writing, although sometimes it was tiring, art and literature were your occupations and besides, you liked doing them anyway, even if you had to stay up all night doing either of those.

You were in the infamous cafeteria one day -- to which your surprise, was one of your favorite cafeterias. You had a coffee by your side as you wrote about something, nobody knew since nobody seemed to be paying attention. You didnt mind it though, like you payed any attention to them to be honest, you really didn't. You dropped your pen to the side of your notebook, taking a hold of the cup and sipping your coffee calmly.

Until you heard the cafeterias door open, and the slight slip of a page being listed through -- which you thought some visitor grabbed the TIME maganize and read it, and you were right. But there was something.. else about the guy that was reading the maganize..

You looked towards the sound of the sound of pages being flipped, subtly but enough to see what they were doing, and it was a man. He was sitting down almost next to you, and you immediately got a bad gut feeling about him. Not even a word needed to be muttered from the man (who is Francis Dolarhyde) for you to determine he gave you a bad feeling. You quickly turn back to your notebook, and grab your pencil, silently clicking on it because you didnt know how to feel -- this man just came in and youre already getting a bad feeling about him.