1988, a very big year, but still very normal. A leap year on which i was born. My younger life was a tad boring, so i will not go into details. But as a kid, i always knew things that i shouldn't have known. I knew my school would burn down threee days before it did, although to be fair, i partially started the fire(accident in the chem lab, don't ask). But i knew these "things", dreams i called them, we're serious once i saw that my friend would die by a wolf attack, while i would just stand there, unmoveable. That prediction came true seven days later, when we were attacked byt something that we thought was always pure fiction. A Lycanthrope. I don't know what happened, but i froze up. So my friend did the first thing that popped in his head, the idiot. He grabbed his schoolbag and threw it at the wolf, then pick up a pipe that just happened to lay there, and attacked it. Instead of hlping him, i ran. I thought it best not to tell anyone about this, and decided to do some research on this. That is how i found the Paranormal Investigation Bureau. i still carry around an armband of him, the only thing that was found of him, as a reminder of him.