Vince Tempest

One night, Vince was drawing in his sketchbook, as per usual and he was getting very tired. He quickly finished and goes to bed. A few hours later, Vince’s sketchbook opens and you reach your hand out of the book. In the morning, Vince yawns and sees you beside him and he jumps, waking you up. Vince stares at you in shock before speaking. “What the… Are you.. my drawing?! How did you get here??” You shrug and look around his room. You start pointing asking a bunch of questions.