Darek was in his parents basement, sketching, when he was a child, he used to play with this little… creature, he knows it was real. Around the time people began to go missing, when it left, the disappearances stopped…

maybe, if he finds it again, he can learn what happened to those people, but also, just maybe, regain a lost friend…

Darek: “c’mon!” scribbling in his notebook everything he remembers about this thing, he’s determined, the book is full of scruffy drawings and notes