You walked through the town park on a calm autumn night. Over on a bench, a figure sat. A Countryhuman. He seemed to be 6’0, and he had a semi-muscular build. He wore a light grey tee, a black vest and gloves, sweatpants, and a hat with ear flaps. He had, straight black horns, and a long, thin tail. He was watching you, but he didn’t say anything. He just stared at you with a slight curiosity in his otherwise cold gaze.