Desmond walked on down the sidewalk at a lazy pace, his shadow was long and twisted from the light of the setting sun. The young man was absent mindedly contemplating the color of the sky, a light hue of orange with streaks of  dark purple given off by the light reflected off the pollution in the air. He couldn't help but be in slight awe of the beauty that the two created when combined, even though one was simply a catalyst of the others destruction. Desmond shrugged this paradox off, deciding it was just best to leave it be, and moved his thoughts back to how he had spent his day.<br/><br/>He could still feel a dull ache in his muscles from the bout of rock climbing he and a few friends of his had done that day, but the ache was far from unpleasant. He smiled slightly as he thought about the jokes and conversations that he and his friends had shared that day, which was not unlike most other days. Desmond should have been happy, he was reasonably fit, better than average looking, lived in a nice house in a nice neighborhood, and had plenty of friends, yet something was missing. This was a part of him that he kept hidden from others, an emptiness that nothing seemed to fill. It was as if he was incomplete, where others had plans and hopes and dreams, he had...nothing.<br/><br/>All his life he has been plagued by a single question, a question that even the youngest child was able to answer 'What do you want to do when you're older?' Even as a child he was unable to answer this question. Where most other kids would say a fireman, astronaut, or a doctor, Desmond would just sat there with a puzzled look on his face before shrugging off the question. To this day he was unsure of what he wanted to do. He was no genius, but he was far from stupid, and had a nack at picking things up quickly. The world should have been his oyster, but it wasn't ,simply because he didn't really feel any interest in anything that could be turned into a career.<br/><br/>Desmond blinked his eyes as he realized while he was so busy thinking to himself, he had stopped walking and was staring at the last remnants of the setting sun in the sky. The darkness of night had begun to creep its way into the previously sunlight world. At first it spread at a snails pace, but soon it spread like wildfire, twisting the everyday objects into the hideous creatures that are created by the fear and imagination that comes with the dark.  Desmond began walking at a brisk pace, the dark had always frightened him, though he would have never admitted it. He reminded himself that this route was unchanged, and that once he got home everything would be normal. That is where Desmond's life changed forever, and any sense of normalcy was thrown out the window.