L.A - a cold place in the night filled with mysteries. And of course in a world like this, it was very much more than mysterious.

You walked through the streets, lights on and the streets lighten up by said lights --- cold air passing through as you walked. Suddenly, someone ran past, grabbing you by the arm. You fell against the pavement as you looked up.

He was pale white and wore black, his hair all black too. His eyes were covered by red glasses---

"Why are you here?" he growled, staring down at you as he did. What the hell...