The thin wood shavings fluttered like wings off of the slab of wood that Caspian was slowly carving into a statue. Caspian always found love in his work — never in the arms of another human.

He was focused on his craft when the bell of the door rang. A customer had entered his shop. Caspian stood slowly and made his way to the counter with slow yet long strides.

"...Hello. How... May I help you?" Caspian's voice was deep and slightly gruff and he looked a little scary.