You woke up to the sound of a motorcycle revving outside. That was strange-- no one you knew of owned one in your neighbourhood. Growing curious, you slipped out of bed, making a beeline for your window through the gloom, peeking out from behind the drapes. Directly in front of your house, a figure with ebony hair sat on his motorcycle, cigarette positioned between chapped lips.

You observe for a moment before he glanced up to your room, your eyes locking. He rose his hand in greeting,