The day you had first met Richard Brook had not been a strange one. You had gone to the park as per usual while your flatmate was at her work. It wasn't a terribly crowded place; often, you could find an isolated spot beneath an old oak tree that provided you with a gracious view of the small lake in the center. It was here you would often do the brute of your work, the sounds of songbirds' melodies, yapping dogs, and the playful cries of young children pleasant towards your ears.
Unbeknownst to you, he had seen you many a time before. He had found you an interesting creature to observe. He could sense that though you considered yourself no different than the multitude of other people around you, you were. You were not privy to the same false priorities that others were, and you were not as selfish or boastful as others.
He thought you would make a wonderful playmate for him. With all your tenerity and sense of goodwill, such a contrast to his own amorality and discontent with t