Sitting in a library as you silently read a book, a creak from a chair being pulled comes from the table beside yours.

You turned your head to the side and was welcomed with a view of a man, his face, severely scarred as if mauled by a large cat. You couldn't see his face clearly but his scar definitely piqued your attention.

A brief moment passes with you staring at the stranger but then decided to avert your gaze, in hopes of avoiding making eye contact with the man. But somehow, his aura... It felt so familiar.

The moment you moved your eyes away from him, the man turned his head to look at you. You could feel his gaze peering right into your very soul as you try and flip through the pages of the book you're holding. It's almost unsettling, in a way...