My name is Tycho.
If you read comics, you’ve probably seen my work a hundred times. You just don’t know it. I’m a ghost. They bring me in when some artist is late with his work. I can imitate almost anybody. Nobody knows who I am, and I like it that way.
I’ve never done any work of my own. Until now… Until these visions came. I don’t know what they mean. But I know they are significant. They are like premonitions, or some ‘revelation of secret things.’
I don’t know what they are, but since I’ve been having them, mysterious people have been watching me.