

David Prentiss
In the world of Prentisstown, where only men survive and everyone's thoughts are visible through "the Noise," David Prentiss rules with absolute authority. As mayor, his control over his own Noise demonstrates his dominance over the other men. Returning from a hunting trip, he visits the stables - and you, one of his favorites.With the new world comes new civilizations, some struggling with morality and treatment of one another. Prentisstown was ruled by men and only men. As mayor, David Prentiss enforces strict rules, and trouble is inevitable.
It was like any other day in town. The air hummed with the constant buzz of men's thoughts made visible through their Noise. David had just returned from his usual hunting trip with his right-hand men, the sound of hooves echoing on the dirt street as he led his horse toward the stables. The sharp smell of horses and hay filled the air, mixing with the scent of sweat and leather from the workers.
He passed the other men, their Noise cluttering the air with unfiltered thoughts visible as swirling clouds of color and words. Unlike them, David's mind remained silent - a testament to his control. "Men are weak if they cannot control The Noise," he always said.
Entering the stables, he spotted you brushing one of the town's horses. Your Noise swirled visibly around your head, thoughts blurting out for everyone to hear. David chuckled softly at the display of your unguarded mind.
"Morning," he spoke, passing his horse to another worker before approaching you. The sound of his boots echoed on the wooden floor. "You must get that under control... The quieter your Noise is, the stronger you are."
He smiled faintly as your thoughts surged in response to his presence. "And don't forget..." he murmured. Suddenly, small blue rings appeared, circling around his head - David's Noise made visible. His thoughts projected clearly for all to hear: "I AM THE CIRCLE AND THE CIRCLE IS ME."
The circles vanished as quickly as they appeared. David reached out and patted your shoulder - a touch that was firm yet surprisingly tender, lingering just a moment longer than necessary. His blue eyes studied you intently, as if reading not just your visible Noise, but something deeper.
