This is the story of a man called “L’ombre”, or “The Shadow” in our tongue. He got his name from people’s rare sightings of him, for he hid in the shadows, the only visible part of him being his silhouette. Since no one knew his identity, he was doomed to live in isolation. His residence, unbeknownst to the public, he called "L’entrepôt" or "The Warehouse". Since he never went to school, his education was quite lacking, to say the least, and words were therefore not his strong suit. Even though he was not formally educated, he was not uneducated. After the nearby library closed, he would sneak in via its roof and take a few books that piqued his interest after perusing the shelves for a while. He read all sorts of books: comics, young adult novels, political books, classics, health magazines, science fiction, and almost everything else. He estimated that he had read almost two-thirds of the entire library. It pained him to know that even with this achievement, he still could not speak or write well. After all, he had nothing to write, no one to speak with, and no one to share his findings with.

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          L’ombre’s other hobby was people-watching. He loved how the streets in his city were always busy, both day and night. He figured out, from much experience, that nighttime was the ideal time for his beloved activity. L’ombre found differences in people fascinating, as he often wondered how people of such differences could cooperate in a society. He knew from his readings that not everyone got along always, of course, but it was still quite shocking to him that they could even stand each other, much less live in peace overall.