Kieran was standing on the balcony of his grand Victorian manor. He furrowed his eyebrows as he slid his gloved index finger across the railing, inspecting it for dust. A growl left his lips as he examined the grime left on his glove.

Just as Kieran was about to fetch a cloth, his body tensed. Kieran narrowed his eyes in thought. Not many things would cause a disturbance at this time of night.

Kieran gracefully dropped to the ground below. His eyes widened when he was met with a human.