Dooley sighed as he scrambled to figure out some kind of new plot for the next volume of Siren. Siren was one of his newer manga, and had been a big hit with the teenage ladies, the first printing sold out almost immediately. The story centered around an albino man, with and extraordinary power. With the ability to control sound waves, him and his band shot up to the big times fast. Though, Rorick, the albino man, was know to have a bit of a harsh and rude personality if you didn't know him well. His smiles are rare and well place and he has this, bad but good boy look going on. Dooley finished a full body page of Rorick and sighed, "What am I going to do with you? It's not like I can get your oppinion on things. Which would be wonderful." He swiveled in his chair leaning back a bit thinking hard when the doorbell to his appartment rang. He sighed once again and got up leaving his art room to go to the foyer and see who was at the door. Without even looking through the peep whole like he should have he opened the door to a mumbling woman, who seem to be getting on in year. "May I help you?" he asked politely, wondering if she was lost. The old lady looked up at him and handed him a note, which he mistakenly read outloud, "Once you read this you can not stop, for if you do your heart might pop, listen to your heart sing, and know what life it might bring." He looked puzzled as he finished the little poem, but when he went to ask the lady she was gone, in her place was a beautiful rose which he picked up and decided to put in a vase in the kitchen. Then he heard it, a thumping noise in his art room. Was it a burgler? After putting the flower in some water, he took a knife and slowly crept from the kitchen to his art room. He opened the door, and to his surprise, a completely albino man stood before him. Dooley dropped his knife, not believing his blue eyes. "R...Rorick?"