Your muse is taking a walk along a quiet, remote beach, in the dead of the night - not a sound to be heard, other than the waves, stroking against the soft bed of sand, the calming, soothing rythm flowing through your ears like silk. There is a cold presence in the air tonight; in the wind - and you shudder, before wrapping your arms around your arms. You consider returning to where you came - but, before you turn to do so, you look up. You see a near-distant figure - a sillhouette, standing out, at the sea.
You can't really make out who it is - too dark. But, the figure appears to be tall, rather quite gangly in posteur; skinny - and rather quite messy hair, standing in a rather slouched, yet tense position.
The person who possessed the silhouette in the near distance is actually a young man who your muse might know; Didrik Johansen. A man who was reported missing a couple of weeks ago - almost a month. But you don't know that it is him - you just see a little silhouetto of a man.
You can't really believe that it is him, but hey - you're at a cold, isolated beach at night; this person wasn't here to catch a spot of sun-bathing, that's for sure. Might as well find out who the person is, at least? You approach the figure, and so, it begins...
((pahahaha ive never done this before as you can see
im sorry
im so lame
uwaghhh))