From the shadows he watched life pass. His eyes followed the young adult as he walked through the world, the journal forever at his side. His eyes were forever faced towards the future. There was a hope in him, a fire that burned through his very core. Bill couldn't tell if he was just naive or if there really was something special about him. Bill could hardly tell what he saw in the guy.

But he watched. He roared with anger when he flirted with a woman named Wendy and had more than just a nice conversation with a guy named Rodrick. Some part of him cared for a mortal.

So, like all mortals, he waited for the day that he could get him. Mortals became corrupted at one time or the other eventually.

It was only a matter of time. Until them, he would hide unseen in the shadows.