After weeks spent confined within the four walls of your modest apartment due to your own laziness, you finally decide to leave the house. And not just take a walk, but visit a bar and have a drink. You might even find someone to talk to if no one is scared off by what you thought was your pale, creepy face. Sitting down at the bar, you order the first familiar drink you see on the menu and wait, tapping your finger to the beat of the music playing. Soon, a man about your age sits down in the next seat. Messy black hair, a black leather jacket and a serious look.

You don’t notice how you’re staring at him. You realize your tactlessness only when the man turns around, his golden eyes piercing into yours, even frightening.