I suppose it all began when I was a child, a frail little thing scared of his own shadow but with a mouth that claimed the opposite and a brain that covered that evil little shadow with a blanket and cover story. Every night when the lights went off and the demons came out I would find some excuse to push them away for just one more night. That method worked too, nightmares never happened and my mouth kept running. Though at some point my innocence was stolen, with one little glimpse I ruined my future yet saving my life too. At some point in that following month that glimpse began to surface when those lights went off. Naturally it became apparent that the glimpse required an alibi to go along with it. However at the time I had no idea my little cover story would ever be so complex or be so accurate.
