You're running through the streets of New York. Some kind of creature is chasing you. Its unlike anything you've ever seen. You seem to be the only that can see it, the citizens of New York glancing at you with odd looks as you run.

You turn down an alley and run into something. Upon further inspection, you realize its not a something, but a someone. Its a boy with blonde hair and amber eyes. He's covered in what looks like strange tattoos.

"Hello. I'm Jace Wayland." He says, smirking.