I have not seen him for years, perhaps since graduating from primary school. He and I used to be good friends. Very close ones, I would say. Nevertheless, we lost contact with one another. It is a shock to see him again at Scott's place. I wonder how he manage to get there? What's the connection? Is it because of me? Or is it just me thinking too much? It's odd.
My name is Eric Hermes. It's my pleasure to meet you, miss. They might say that I am a person who follows the fad mindlessly. They are wrong. I have my style, my own taste, but they just don't understand. You might often see me in a party; perhaps always chatting with chicks. That's because I've been seeking...umm, hunting, actually. I cannot figure out why others consider this immoral. You want something and you go after it. Isn't it the way life go?