You’re at a small Café in a part of town near your university, the demeanor of the area is quiet and peaceful. You look up from your book which you’re cradling in your arms, and your gaze settles on a man across from your table

He seems to be sitting in silence, scribbling down words in his leather bound journal. You see multiple sketches, drawings of people and creatures, along with neat cursive. You’re drawn to him, as if a moth to a light.