The morning after. Always the morning after. Last night, over at his friends house, there was one helluva commotion, cops everywhere, all over town, and an ambulance. Of course it was impossible to get close enough to do or see anything. He woke with a start, as he rolled off his bed, plagued by even more nightmares than usual. With a sigh, he got up, got ready for the day, and decided now was the time to go to the police station. He grabbed his team, and walked out the front door to his house. He slammed the door shut behind him, and locked the door. He then went over to the police station, and stepped in. "Good morning Kane, how can I help you?" Officer Jenny asked, looking up from some paperwork to notice the local 'quiet goth boy.' "Answers," he replied simply. "I'm afraid I can't divulge information at thi-" "Fine." Kane said quickly, cutting off the officer, and leaving. There was still no getting close to his friend's house, so instead he decided on a walk around the forest, frustrated and bored. Just then, his riolu popped out, sensing Kane's distress. Being a young aura pokemon, the Riolu tried to project calming, peaceful aura waves out. However, they had minimal effect. "…Thank you for at least trying Zander, but you know how I hate being in the dark," Kane said, purely in the figurative sense. In a literal sense, he loved the dark. It never bothered him, and he could always somehow navigate, no matter how dark it was. As he wandered the forest, thoughts continued to nag at him from the back of his mind. What could have happened to his one and only friend…? He punched a tree to his left, and stopped. As he did so, a small caterpie fell from the tree. It looked up at him in fear, but Kane paid it no mind. Zander glanced between the two a moment, before telling the caterpie to run along, and apologizing for waking it from its nap. After awhile, Zander had started meditating, while Kane stood there. When, he though he heard a rustle in the brush behind them. He was already turned around, and had buried a knife in the tree where he thought he heard it, before he even registered what had happened. He sighed quietly, as nothing was there, and retrieved his knife. After wandering through the forest for awhile, Kane decided it was time to do some of his own investigating. Sneaking back into town, he saw his friend's house, and some of the lingering cops. Three squad cars, all out front. Two officers, both out front. One bent over on the porch. Where was lucky number three? Kane snuck around to the back of the house, but no cop… He got the hidden key around back, snuck in, and locked the door once more. No officer yet. He heard a flush. Seriously? The guy was in the john? Oh well. Kane had a few seconds to think. While he, in retrospect, made a questionable choice, he waited and hid, then knocked out the officer when he came out. Then, he looked around a brief moment, before rolling the officer down the stairs. After the other two didn't show up from the sound, Kane looked around, and tried to find out as much as he could. However, that wasn't as much as he'd have liked, considering most of the Police Department was at the house the previous night and cleaned most of it up. Yet, still no sign of his friend… He then decided to bail out before he was discovered. Out the way he came, reset everything, put the key back… Later that night, Kane was in his room, twirling one of his knives. He was a collector, and also had multiple firearms. Not much happened over the next few days, but one day, he saw an odd headline… "Local Woman Murdered; Child Missing." 'So, that was it then,' Kane thought to himself. The reason his friend couldn't be found. They weren't there anymore. Kidnapped, ran, already dead? Too many possibilities. Kane sighed, and decided to ask around town. No one however, could provide much info. Days went by. Then weeks. Soon, three months had passed, and Kane was starting to lose it. He became even more of a social outcast than usual. Almost daily, he would hold and look at a knife in the strangest way, or spin the barrel on a revolver, or maybe twirl a handgun… A year went by, and Kane snapped. He gathered up everything he figured he'd need, and hid it out in the forest. It was time. He lit up his zippo lighter, and then started torching anything flammable. Once done, he left, flicked his zippo shut, and walked away, never to return to Turnbulle.