Waen Cutland was a regular guy. Or so he liked to try to believe. He sighed as he looked out the window of the small coffee shop. Bailey's, a popular place in the middle of Centervalley. Lame name for a town right? They ran out of the cool ones about a mile out from where they he sat. Though Waen didn't mind the quietness of this strange town. In fact, he'd hoped it would get him away from what ever it was that kept on bothering him. He was quickly finding out that it wasn't the case. He sighed as he felt the presence hovering around the room. The damn thing, what ever it was, was clinging to him like glue though for most of the time. As if it though he was it's dad or something. "Spirits....." He sighed. Well, that's what he assumed it was anyways. He'd always known that supernatural things existed. Because a lot of the bad ones liked to run into him. It was like he was a strange attraction to them. Was it his blood? Or something more detailed than that. He probably would never know. He looked around and stood up as some more customers came in. He knew that to many more people and the thing attached to him might do something dumb and would get him permanently banned from the place. He sighed, disappointed that he was probably going to get yet another town destroyed. He was just going to have to get on the move sooner than last time. So many bad things ended up following him, it was a miracle he hadn't ended up dead. He walked down the street slowly. Looking around and getting his barrings again. He didn't really know the area all to well. But he was starting to get better at placing things. Like Lucy's Pub, and Andrew's Grill & Beer. There was the big names too, but no one cares about those. The gas stations where that Indian dude sells the good stuff under the table. Or so he was told. Some stoners thought that he was like them when he ran into them. He still laughed at that thought. He'd found out a LONG time ago that going under the influence of ANYTHING would make things worse for everyone. After too long, he came to the little hotel he was staying at for the night, but he shook his head and instead went to the small gambling bar down the way. Gear's and Gambles it was called. And the look fit the name. The inside of the building looked like the inside workings of a clock or something with all the gears and cogs inside of it. But most people were there to hang or to bet their paychecks. Some winning, some losing. But that was part of the fun right. He stood outside and shook his head. He'd bring to much bad luck into a place like this. He sighed and looked around. Where could he go? A park? Wasn't there one just a little further? Maybe. He stood there for a moment just trying to figure out what he might do there, and where he might go. He sighed as he started walking in a random direction. Who cared where he went anyways? Wait. Was it getting harder to walk? What the hell? The presence felt more like two or three now. Damn. This wasn't good. He hurried to find the park. At least there, there wouldn't really be anyone right?!