My final note 1

I felt compelled to do it, although I not tell you why. I'm not a passionate man, if anything I would be classified as a sociopath, but i'm just rambling now, I apologies.

It all started on the 5:15 train to Melbrooke, I can't remember the day, (ah what a reliable narrator I must be), but i do remember it was sunny, which i found rather odd, most memories of this crummy town portray it as raining, I remember i was going on my regular route to my rather droll desk job for a company i had little hope to advance in, that's when I found it, or in retrospect, i guess it found me. A note book i though,small, i'd guess not bigger then a Orange phone Z, the binding was held together with scotch tape, faded characters i could barely distinguish stood out on the front, only noticeable  from the touch of colours against the primarily gray backdrop.

As i said, i still can never tell you what compelled me to open it, curiosity I suppose, but I am honestly not a curious person, but when i did open it, to the coffee stained page, i realized i would never be able to put it down, scrawled across the first page, in immaculate cursive was the phrase i can never forget. “WILL YOU BE MY VILLAIN”.

I am not going to rant and rave about how i felt it was a sign, how “it had to be meant for me to read”, it wasn't like that, i do admit it was a catchy title for what the content inside. From that moment i knew i would accomplish something from that moment on i knew something stupendous would occur; well that's what i'd like to say but in reality I kind of just brushed it off and put it in my backpack, not entirely sure I wouldn't still just throw it away after my curiosity had dried up.

Reviews

[Shannon]

Great prologue. You started something thst I see has yet to continue. I would encourage you to continue.

And proof read. Especially the first line...

Regardless, interesting concept.