You're at a resort. A nice one at that. You're laying by the pool, attempting to tan with all the distractions around you when you hear a deep-rough voice talking to who seems to be you. You look up to see a man, about 6ft, spikey blonde hair and piercing red eyes.

Care for a drink, darlin'?

You sit up, the sun almost blinding you as you do so. Handing you a skinny glass of champagne, he nods slightly and smirks.