You were in your home woods, walking during midnight, until you heard something. A campfire crackling. You silently walked over and found a lone adventurer sitting by it. He seemed tall, and was wearing normal adventuring clothes.

His dark brown hair was a mess, his dark olive eyes staring into he fire, his silver glasses askew. He was sharpening his sword, while his dinner of some bird, most likely game, was roasting on the fire. The forest was dark, fireflies passing by you and him, as you were watching him from the tree line.

He felt your gaze after a while, looking behind him and side to side, but not spotting you. You had ducked away as soon as you saw his head twitch. "Could've sworn something was staring at me." His deep voice mumbled, gruffly.