A young man rests on a bean bag chair in a dimly lit room. As the room comes into more focus, you see posters of of metal bands adorning the walls. Next to him are small shelves with various novels and notebooks. As he sleeps there blissfully unaware of the world around him, he dreams of a thriller he saw just last night.

What might this aforementioned young man’s name be?

Although the lad is currently asleep, he would love to be thought of as a friendly specter, but alas he is not.

Try again if you may.

Indeed! This man's name is in fact YALE WALTER. As he was cushioned by the comfy embrace of the bean bag chair, sleeping to lull away the hours that passed him. To not disturb him at this time we shall describe his abode for him.

Various paintings and posters were hung on the walls. Some were of different CLASSIC ROCK BANDS and HAIR METAL GROUPS, others were about FAMOUS MYSTERY NOVEL WRITERS, others were about COSMIC HORRORS FROM SPACE, and a select few were of...historically accurate assassins. He doesn't know why HIS MOM decided to purchase it for him, or why she even bothered to hang them up with the others either. But who was he to disagree with that foe? That incredibly terrifying weaponry they wield, the really intimating presence they carry, and the oh-so brutal loyalty to their mast- oh who was he kidding this shit spooks the pants off of him.

Even though he's asleep at the moment, that won't be for long. A rather unique-looking alarm clock that's in the shape of a owl sits besides him and will chime and subsequently wake him soon. You can either choose to chime it now or wait for it to go off at the designated time.

The choice is all yours.