It was a cold, stormy night. You were cloistered up in your room, the covers pulled up to your shoulders. You were staring up the ceiling, when lightning struck, illuminating someone in your room.

You immediately sat up, seeing a man wearing a black suit with a scythe emblem. Lightning struck again, and it lit up his face. It was beautiful. He had dark skin, short black hair, and gold eyes that shone through the darkness.