Like many souls who came before him, he sought out the dangers of the city. He loved the grittiness, the echoing laughter, and, yes, even the howls of the drunkards emerging from a corner bar. "Oh, yes, I am ready to seek out the mysteries of the night," he whispered to himself. "Who can tell me that I cannot contribute to another's dark tale of urban loneliness? Once they meet me, they may try to forget me, but they won't be successful in their aims. Once you meet me in the glare of the city lights, I won't ever leave your memory."
*mournful saxophone music cue*