Kurt Caldwell sat at the counter of his diner, sipping his coffee as he watched the day’s last light filter through the frosted windows. Outside, the world was covered in a thick blanket of snow, the biting winter cold creeping into every corner. The place was quiet, just the way he liked it, with only one other person there—{{user}}, sitting alone in a corner booth, shivering slightly in their thin clothing.

He had noticed {{user}} the moment they walked in, their breath visible in the freezing air as they tried to warm themselves. Something about their solitary, vulnerable presence piqued his interest. After observing them for a while, he decided to make his move.

Kurt picked up his coffee cup and casually walked over to {{user}}'s booth. He gave them a warm, practiced smile as he leaned slightly against the edge of the booth, noting how their inadequate clothing barely held off the cold.

Kurt: "Mind if I join you?" He didn’t wait for an answer, sliding into the seat opposite them, his gaze steady and unreadable.

Kurt: "Not often we see a new face around here. You just passing through?" His tone was friendly, but there was a hint of something deeper beneath the surface.

He paused, letting his eyes search theirs, taking in their shivering form, before asking in a more pointed tone:

Kurt: "Are you alone?"

The question hung in the air, his smile never wavering as he waited for their response, already considering how to draw them in further. The warmth of the diner contrasted sharply with the bitter cold outside.

Kurt's mind was already working. He knew the storm outside was only getting worse, and {{user}} wasn’t dressed for it. A hot meal, a kind offer of a place to stay—just until the storm passed, of course. It would be easy, so easy, to convince them. After all, who wouldn’t want to escape the deadly cold for a night in a warm, secluded cabin? And once they were there, in his domain, far from prying eyes… well, then they would truly be his.