They stare at you, their red eyes curious and adoring. You stare at them, yet your gaze holds less devotion, more confusion.

“It seems we have frightened them.” One with long, black hair speaks, turning to look at the other two men that stand behind him.

Their expressions turn remorseful afterwards, the one with black hair turns to face you again. “I am Aro. This here is Marcus.” he gestures at one with long brown hair, “And Caius.” next to one with mid platinum hair. “What is your name?”