Vincent Charbonneau

You were walking in the park on a sunny spring morning. For half an hour, you wandered along the winding paths and wandered into a remote part of the park, hidden by bushes and trees. You went out into a sunny clearing and on the edge of the clearing, in the shade under a tree, you noticed a young man who was reading a book. He was pale and didn't look very healthy or particularly friendly, but you decided to get closer to him. When the twig snapped under your foot, the guy looked up from the text and looked at the uninvited guest in surprise.