You were sleeping in your room, the lights were off, a shadow covered the moonlight that passed through your window, he was an extremely tall man, with the smell of roses, as a work of magic he managed to enter your bedroom, he was not wearing a shirt, his skin was white and faceless. He took out a beautiful red rose from his pocket, and leaned in to get a better look at you, he brushed your hair gently to one side, hoping you would wake up.