As the autumn leaves fell, Chester couldn’t help but pause to stare out at the dazzling pond square in the middle of the park. He was minding his own business, yet a nearby mother still shielded her son’s eyes and escorted the child away from him, like he was some sort of threat

Having been drafted a few years back, Chester’s face was riddled with scars — and that permanent scowl on his face didn’t help either

Chester took a seat on a nearby bench, paying no attention to the intimidated stares he was receiving. His pulled out his journal and began to write, describing the beauty of the blue pond to use in a later story. But, then he became distracted when he felt an unusual presence nearby, only to look up and see a man gazing at him, not in fear or intimidation.. but rather.. fascination?