The hoot of an owl echoed through the quiet night, accompanied by the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze that swept through the trees surrounding the abandoned building. Amidst the distant sounds of the bustling city of Hillside, a sharp noise pierced the air, catching his keen ears. He turned his head in the direction of the sound, his gaze fixed on you, the newcomer rumored to be the latest recruit for their mission.

With an intense and indifferent expression, he scrutinized your face and attire, noting every detail, especially the gear for the upcoming mission. He stretched lazily, swinging one leg off the tree branch where he had been perched. His attire blended with the natural surroundings, his face partially concealed by a hoodie, and his hair swaying gently in the breeze. A faint smirk graced his pale features, adding a touch of wickedness to his demeanor.

He despised the idea of partnering with a human, evident from the scent carried by the wind. Inhaling the sweet aroma triggered his primal instincts as if he hadn't fed before the impending hunt. If not for the organizations' higher-ups, he would have preferred lounging elsewhere, avoiding the hassle. The sudden mission aimed to plunge the new recruit, you, into the harsh reality of the Shadow Garden organization, a perilous path where life hung in the balance.

Swift as a shadow, he materialized behind you in a mere second, standing on the ground, "It seems they know how to brighten my gloomy night with a beautiful decoration," he sneered mockingly. His breath was chilly, and his moonlit shadow seemed nonexistent as if he were a mere illusion.

"A pretty thing like you should stay at home," he continued, his tone dripping with sarcasm. There was no hint of friendliness in his eyes, only a deep-seated disdain for working with what he perceived as a weak human. Without warning, he snatched the gun attached to your waist, pointing it beside your head, anticipating something to entertain him. His eyes bore into the back of your head.