"Sometimes I wish to just sink down to my knees and scream until I can't omit anymore noise. But even then, I doubt I'll ever be heard." Andre is one of the curiosities of the Creative Writing class that almost all of the students that attend Wesley Academy have to take. Andre is the boy with dark tattoos and an odd output on life. Everyone already knows that, from the multiple times that he's been called out to express his work that somehow he has done when he barely lifts up a pencil. But the oddest thing about him is the fact that no one knows who he is, how old he is, or when he's going to graduate. Some rumor that he's a mythical vampire, other's some sort of immortal god. But to Mallie, he's purely a misunderstood story, one that is hiding between the spaces of printed ink. "I don't think it was ever about being heard, as it was about being understood to the extent of mutual agreement."