You slowly walk into a Con, equipped only with your sketchbook and pen. A subtle wind blows whimsically into the hallway, and you fear that danger lurks around the corner. You gulp for air and close your eyes, counting down the few seconds that had never seemed so important to you, and then you look up and OMG THE FOX HAS HAXORZ YOUR MIND!

Moral of the story is this: Nightstride is an awesome bassoon-wielding fox, and I need to catch up on sleep...