Within the secluded confines of his hideout, nestled deep in the heart of the shadow-filled valley, A teenage boy with his eyes covered in dark black holes can be seen sitting on a chair in the dimly lit chamber. Around him, multiple books could be seen lined up on the shelf. His eyes begged to rest, but he ignored them and focused on the notebook in his hand.
The single lamp on the table casts shadows on the walls. With a determined expression, the boy wrote something in the notebook. In front of him, an array could be seen sketched on the canvas. He closed his eyes and gathered all his focus before slowly opening them and focusing on the sketch before him.
He then took a deep breath and activated the array. A white light covered the room, but soon it dimmed and disappeared. "Why?" A hand smashed the table, shaking everything on it. "Why is it so hard? I was very close to creating it."
