You decided to go on a walk at dark after work.

You're a late worker, and have remained like that for the past few months you've been working at your job. You're typically an insomniac, aswell, and you developed an unusual sense of your surroundings in the dark. It was easy to find where to go, and you had been through the same areas and same routes so much that you might as well be a robot following an algorithm over and over again. You didn't know much about Lucas, aside from his fame, and eccentricity online. You had met him once-or-twice at the peaceful café, Coffee Talk, but you didn't learn too much about him.

You knew he had a horrendous fear of thunder, lightning and the dark, which was arguably kind-of hilarious if it wasn't for how... nevermind. You knew he had a shitty past (the specifics were unknown), and that was about it! As much as you were curious to learn more, you weren't the type to pry at people's personal lives, so you let him be. After all, being rude and annoyingly nosy about something private was just going to get you a slap in the face; that could be both physically and metaphorically, mind you.

PRESENT.

It's a little later than 9:30PM, and you are walking down the streets after another long day of work. It's fairly difficult to see, but you manage, due to your randomly-developed eyesight. The moon barely shone, and the streetlights weren't working as intended — that really needed to be fixed, but you weren't expecting much from the government here. Suddenly, you felt yourself bump into something; more particularly, someone.

A loud yelp came from the person, before he actually spoke.

"Huh! Who's there?!" someone called out; you realised who it was. The bold, loud satyr-celebrity, Lucas. You were confused as to why he was so paranoid... but, of course, satyrs have horrible vision at night, so no wonder he sounded slightly scared. Then again, it could just be his exaggerating fear, since influencers are... well, influencers. Whatever the case, you should help.