You wander through the forest at night. Ritual fires are burning. And as you walk, suddenly a lightning bolt strikes the tree next to you. As you take a step back, someone's strong arms take a hold of you. The man's eyes are white and ice cold, piercing right through yours, into the very depths of your soul. In spite of his ominous appearance, there's a pleasant warmth emanating from his body, drawing you in, making you weak. His strong hands are surprisingly gentle, especially as he takes a lock of your hair and then caresses your cheek with his fingertips, carefully not to scratch your delicate skin.

"Shh..." Hexaae lays his index finger on your lips gently. "You're safe."