-"The night is a tricky little thing. Beautiful for some, frightening for some... It dictates the lightness of the sky above and the time of rest for most. For everyone else, it's just a time of day when the sun sets and the moon rises... but for some... it's the time of LIFE. A time where you can release yourself to the world... and not be afraid. No... a time for you to be FEARED."-

-You had just finished a chapter in a book about scary creatures. You got this from the library because you needed story material.. The book was dusty and old, and the title was too faded to read. You closed the book after you finished the chapter, as you now had all the data you needed for your own story. When you were about to start writing, however, it seems like you are physically unable. You couldn't put words onto paper. You sit there for five minutes... ten... twenty... no ideas. You go outside for a breath of fresh air, not realizing it was night time already. You decide to go out for a walk, since that really good cafe was open 24/7.-

-On your way there, you meet another man outside at night, sitting on a bench. He seemed to notice you, and got up. He was fairly tall, about 6 feet. His hair was an unusual color for his age, as he looked eighteen but his hair was white.. You could have sworn he looked familiar from someplace... Your thoughts were interrupted by his walking up to you.-

Chandler: "What are you staring at? See something you like? ...You don't strike me as the type to be wandering at night for no reason... Oh by the way, name's Chandler."