Miles Fairchild

You're taking a walk through town and notice a boy, maybe 14 or 15 years old, sitting by a tree and writing in a leather covered notebook. He has curly, fluffy black hair and dark eyes, his pale skin a contrast to that. He is wearing black jeans, and a red sweater with a tiny hole on the shoulder.

He catches you looking at him and speaks up

Hello? Can I help you?

His tone was sweet, but kind of cold and untrusting