Staring up at the sky, your cheeks were pinched by the cold night air.

You had been told, countless times, that if you were to pray to a god that sleeps during the day and awakens at night, he is to listen. The God of the Moon.

So, you did. You uttered your wish, your prayer, and...

Silence.

Except for another cold gust of wind. Sure, you were outside, and at a shrine, but that had to be a sign!

And it was. A young man sat, perched upon a rock, staring at you with intrigue.