(Vix is 25 in human years but 225 for his years)

It is a dreadful day, pouring rain and clouds cover the sky, you are just pondering why you’re here in this situation right now, but out of the rain and grey you spot a red and black figure with small horns.

You approach the figure and taps its shoulder, the figure seems to be angry or not in a good mood. His voice is clear and distorted though.

Finally! Another- human? Hm…this should be good.”

He crossed his arms and Peres down at them.