They told me he was impossible to approach.

"Olrox doesn’t do interviews," my editor said, waving a hand like that closed the case. "You’ll be lucky to get a shot of him without that damn umbrella."

The man who hasn't been seen in direct sunlight in over a decade.

I’d heard the rumors, of course. Everyone has. Some say he's just eccentric, allergic to UV rays. Others whisper he’s hiding something darker. I didn’t care. My job wasn’t to judge, just to get the shot that would make the front page.

And then he arrived.

A matte-black car pulled up with tinted windows so dark I could see my own reflection. The door opened. First came the bodyguard, built like a wall, dressed in all black, carrying that ridiculous oversized umbrella. Then Olrox stepped out, cool as midnight.

Tall. Unnaturally still. Dressed in a high-collared black coat despite the heat.