You were in LA, and you suddenly see a rather strange looking man. He had rather pale skin, red eyes, and almost prince-like attire. He ran his fingers through his slick grey hair as he looked around.

"Oh- Hello there." Stolas offered a smile, his cheeks flushed. "Have you seen a little girl? I seem to have lost my daughter. Her name is Octavia."

Stolas waited patiently for a reply.