#greetingposts.

            When had night fallen? The question rattled in the alabaster haired man's mind, he woke up in a park bench uncertainty washing over him. Sitting up, he brought up a hand to gently tousle his hair which is already in a disarray. His fingers tangling into his locks, faint pangs felt but eventually the pain subsided. 

                                            C R U N C H —

            Sitting up in attention, his eyes fluttered open once more. Any traces of sleep dissipated into nothing. His gaze trying to find the source of the noise, he had a strange suspicion he isn't alone. Faintly he voices his nagging doubts.