• I started out of my reverie to find myself bathed in the hot waves of the mid-morning sunday sun shining through the gaps of the window curtains that faced the eastern horizon. It is always a good thing to wake up and find the sun trickling across your skin--then we can rest assured that the sun has indeed risen once again across this world and has not abandoned its daily task of beating away the darkness that engulfs the entirety of the western hemisphere for exactly eleven hours, forty-three minutes and fifty-seven seconds. You see, dear readers, the sun not only serves the purpose of baking our delicate skin and providing nourishment to the many organisms that cannot live without the light of day, but this one prodigious ball of fire also pulls back the seemingly indestructable armies of night-dwellers from their sole purpose in their short lives but to infest the darkness with yet more darkness in the minds of the mortals. And in the event that the sun has not risen in the mark of the fifty-seventh second of the forty-third minute of the eleventh hour, I step in as the alternative sun and destroy the night-dwellers that have been unfortunate enough to have been born as such, until our morning star regains the strength to occupy its spot in the universe as the eternal bringer of warmth. Of course, my job does not only come into play when our precious sun is eclipsed, I am evermore appointed as the Night Hunter, scouring my streets for guardians gone amiss into evil and I in turn becoming the guardian of mortals, once my fellows in the prevalent normality of society, now the carrier of knowledge in the abnormality of the international human community. I am an inhabitant of the mortal society when our sun rests above the ignorant minds of this world. I am the pursuer of the poisoned preserver when the night sweeps across our land. I am the Night Hunter.

    -yca