Ulisses had been outside his apartment complex , tending to his Honda CB550 since the early hours of that day. For the most part his bike had been performing to par based on spec standards , but the ride felt somehow less smoother than he was accustomed to. He was going over some finishing touches, applying finishing wax over the exhaust pipe, when out of the corner of his eye an unusual sight began to invade his periphery, commanding his attention rather abruptly from his present work. It seemed he was stuck in middle of an episode of the twilight zone. Shadow-like entities began to coalesce in his vicinity