Vincent Nightray

[The man is well dressed, in a dark suit, ruffled white shirt showing beneath the jacket. He looks quite put together, though his long blond hair falls free, around his shoulders. In fact, it falls forward into his face a little as he moves, covering one eye, the remaining one a startling gold.

He looks as if he isn't paying attention to the Dreamberry at all, at first, as he walks around a room, taking bright shiny sharp scissors to every piece of fabric he can find, from curtains to cushions to clothing that he has dragged out of the closet.

Then he pans the room, to give the full effect, and stops the camera on the face of the young woman lying asleep in the bed - her clothing intact though her pillows and blankets are a little worse for wear - one Vanessa Nightray.]

So, shall we begin taking bets on my lifespan when she awakens?