Miles could do nothing but casually look up from his spot…his eyes were fixed in place on the strange man in the trenchcoat, but he tried to seem subtle…His vision flickered back and forth from focusing on the man to his sketchpad, which he was scribbling away in…on the page, a drawing. The figure he was frantically sketching looked somewhat similar to the man, but a lot different…the coat was larger and it had thin coattails which fluttered in the wind as he drew them, and the man’s eyes glowed red…The mysterious figure intrigued Miles, and this was why he continued to make him even more mysterious on paper…not just mysterious, but evil…He noticed the others who were talking to him, but he payed them no mind as he continued to draw.