Now, who are you, to have one want you?
Aaron Duncan, a 24 year old human.
You wake up one day, smiling. You decide to shower and get dressed in your normal outfit, a band T-shirt and a pair of well-worn blue jeans. You look at yourself in the mirror as you walk by, annoyed at your incredibly normal face. Thin blonde hair, freckles, and brown eyes. Your normality is accentuated by your average 5'10", slim frame. Just about the only thing it was good for was blending into crowds, so that was nice.
For some reason, you feel...something. You aren't quite sure what it is, but it's almost as if someone is watching you. You look out your window and see nothing out of the ordinary, but you can't shake the feeling. You try to ignore it as you eat breakfast, but it seems to always be around. You chalk it up to paranoia as you try to decide what to do next.
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