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Character Portrait: Vincent Graham
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Once upon a time, there was a man named Vincent. He lived in a house in the woods with his friend and only companion, John. On this specific weekend, John was visiting his girlfriend. The house was dark, as it always was when he was away. Hidden by the old Trees shrouding his home from curious neighbors, the Graham residence was covered by almost dead silence. The sound of whiskey being served into a dirty crystal glass and the taps of a dirty keyboard being the only things fighting of the silence like an artificial heart of distasteful nature. Vincent liked to look at some old photos of her. Like a dirty syringe, he was addicted to the short relieve of pain it provided. For every day he sacrificed to a future that would never come true, a part of him died however. Her smile was becoming more and more the reminder of a simple truth, he had to move on some day. Her green eyes stared at him more and more reprehensively. The memory of her touch had become impossible to remember. He felt guilty.

It was him after all, he made them disappear. He'd always known after all. People close to him die. Vincent didn't cut them open or something, but still. Once you got close to him, you can say sayonara to your future and hello to any life insurance you might leave to your relatives. Autumn had just began and the air in Vince' room as damping up the windows. He'd been drinking for over twenty-four hours and he was only aware of the fact that it was midnight thanks to the digital clock on the corner of his screen. His hands had been trembling for the last 2 hours or so, maybe even longer. He decided to turn off the cumputer and go take a shower. The smell of his dirty clothes could've killed as small African Community, he really should take better care of himself, he thought as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. His face was dirty from a browny he'd eaten for dinner. After shaving his beard and jumping into the shower, his trembling had minimized to a ignorable degree. A pair of comfy jeans and a plain white shirt with long sleeves were his vestment of choice. Opening the windows to get the damp air out of his room seemed like a good idea. Nobody ever came close to his residence due to security patrolling the area between his home and several other high-end residences. His was the only house not being rented to irregular visitors. This was the kind of place you went to hide away from the world.

The main living room was consumed by darkness. Vin, took the house remote control, a pad of the latest generation, and lit up a fire on the chimney. Suddenly, the cold environment felt more relaxing and less like the last scene of a thriller with him as Victim nr. 4. John had left the TV on some News channel. They were talking about how contact to almost all tribes of the amazon rain forest had been lost three days ago. He didn't give half a rat's ass about some stupid aborigenees at the other side of the world, but some expert, surely a republican, was trying to blame aliens for the disappearances... How low could the world's former Nr.1 news center fall? The guy talking on TV seemed to be some ex-professor (not a bit surprised by the EX part of his title) of NYU. He was trying to explain how several different cases of disappearances all over the world held certain similarities. The guy was saying how Aliens being responsible for these events were the least crazy explination for these coincidences.

The world was truly going to hell.