<i>FH sat in the garden he had materialized some time ago, legs crossed in his usual ornate chair. The chair floated inches above the still surface of the reflection pond in the center of the garden, which acted as the centerpiece to the entire display. He sighed, resting his head on one hand as he flipped through a small book that levitated in front of him. He was bored, truthfully. The book contained a study within its pages, particularly on urban legends. FH had a passing interest in this sort of thing, partially with how they instill fear in the hearts of those who believe in them, and partially because seeing humanity spread stories as outlandish as these was fascinating. He stopped at one page in particular, reading each line carefully. Robert Johnson...Clarksdale...selling one's soul...interesting. The avatar smiled, and reached one outstretched finger down to the water's surface. He touched it to the water, and quickly swiped his arm upwards. Water flew upward with his finger, and in the reflections of the droplets that rose, one could make out the forms of various individuals whom FH was now willing to appear before him.</i>

<i>FH sat quietly in his chair, residing in a dark reality that humans could never enter. There could be more to it, but attempting to describe it would be a waste, as humans could never hope to understand it. The surface of what can be assumed to be the floor rippled like water, and in the reflection one could see images of a group of people, mostly teenagers fighting a mechanical humanoid. FH watched this reflection intently, before waving it away.</i> The boy seems to be under control for now. That leaves me with very little to do. Hmm. <i>He pressed a finger to his chin. Looking at the reflective surface, nothing looked back at him. He had no reflection. He never had one, he didn't particularly mind it, not being human, or even alive was a part of the job. Still, he wished to understand human emotions. The boy was only one human, and FH needed more. If only there were a way for him to observe more individuals closely.</i> <i>As if a lightbulb went off in his head, FH smirked. With the snap of his fingers, his world of black was transformed into something comprehensible. An eastern-styled garden, with cherry blossoms dancing overhead. The garden was rather large, with many a flower and stone pathways all forming a trail toward a large pool of water that FH now sat in. Well, above is a better way of putting it, his chair floating just above the still surface of the pond. The water was shallow, and if one were to look into it, they could observe their own reflection. Ads had made their way around, likely by FH's own hand. A completely free chance to relax and reflect in a tranquil environment; and now, he waited.</i>