"Ah, well hate to bother you sir. But I'll be off then." Cylus says, nodding before he departs. Where he stood was a black leather clad book that he had dropped in the collision. It was his log, and he hadn't even realized that he dropped it. [spoiler]Pick it up, you may read it. (Plot kind of revolves around this book)[/spoiler]

Nyxon took notice of it, immediately thinking it belonged to Cylus. He bent over to pick it up, examining the cover and the bindings. He though of it as a journal of some sort and understood the importance of respecting another man's privacy. He looked around for Cylus, hoping he hadn't gone far or out of sight.

Despite his efforts to find him, Cylus seems to have disappeared. [spoiler]Maybe the first page shall contain Cylus' contact info and address[/spoiler]

(Bruh, i get the hint) Nyxon shrugged and opened the black book, opening to the first page, examining whatever was there.

It simply read [i]If you happen to be reading this, this log belongs to none other than Cylus, and its pages contain his story. My story. From vigilante to literal dead man walking, here I am to tell the tale. My only wish is that these words can be seen beyond my own eyes, and my tale be told when I am long gone. But for now, I am here, writing in this small leather book, waiting... Waiting for the day that my name is remembered, and I will know I have done something greater than myself. -The one and only Cylus.[/i] With nothing else on the page, there is nothing to do other than read on. [spoiler]The first two entries are chapter 1 and 2, which are both above [/spoiler]

Nyxon read the words, peeking at the first two chapters to see how much of the booklet was filled in. He closed the book again, looking around once more. Not seeing Cylus anywhere, he heads over to a bench, sitting down on it as he opened the book again and began to read.