You wander down the streets of Tall Pines. The sun set below the tree-lined horizon an hour ago, but you’re still not home. You walk down an alleyway, as usual, but something feels off. You can’t shake the feeling that you’re being watched…

You notice a pair of eyes in the shadows, one blue and one red. A tall, muscular man steps out of the shadows. His skin is an unnatural grey, his ears pointed and his canine teeth sharp. A large white-grey horn was grown out of his forehead, and his hair was short and purple. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, and he grinned at you mischievously. “You shouldn’t be out so late… It’s dangerous, y’know.” He leaned against the wall, muscular arms folded over his similarly muscular chest. He grinned, showing off his fangs. “What’s someone like you doing out so late anyway?”