Name; Trent<br/>Age; 19<br/>Pred/prey; Prey<br/>Occupation; Cashier<br/>Species; Human<br/><br/>Trent was walking down the street. It was a beautiful night tonight. He looked up to see millions of little lights winking at him. This calmed him, he had just had a fight with his girlfriend and he was taking a walk to clear his head. He looked up at the streetlights, and for some odd reason they were all off. He walked on until he heard something crunch under his feet. He looked down to see glass everywhere. The lights weren't just out, they were shattered. He was a little afraid at this. He fumbled through his pocket for his cigarettes. He pulled one out and got ready to light it when he realized he had forgotten his lighter.<br/>"Fuck..." He said under his breath. He looked around and saw a group of people. He walked over to them and said, "Any of you guys got a light?"