Having been simply studying one of the various texts required as for some bullshit English exam at your school - yet sadly, one that was most definitely compulsory for ALL students - it certainly came as a surprise when you would suddenly come to find yourself amidst a fancy dining room.

Gold adorned every corner and crevice of the room, costing every nook and cranny one could possibly think to find, it becoming increasingly obvious, what from the ornate decorations scattered across the perimeter and the lavish chandelier overhead, that you were certainly in the presence of the wealthy.

A few individuals sat at the table, the entourage laid out before you consisting of a rather portentous man at the head of the table, a woman seated beside him who could only be assumed to be his wife, a younger woman, and two men of a similar age to her.

For the moment, your presence seemed to go unnoticed by the seated family, however what laughs and conversation there had been amidst the setting were soon diminished as a tall presence entered the room, conveying a massiveness, solidity and purposefulness.

Not only did this man seem to steal the stage as he entered the room, somehow snatching attention from the eloquence of the dining room to his trench-coated self, but you would soon come to realise something else about this mysterious addition to the group…

He could see you.