In the dimly lit streets of Prague, where ancient gothic architecture loomed like silent witnesses to centuries of secrets, you walked to your house. It was at the stroke of midnight when you saw him - a tall, charismatic man with raven-black hair and piercing blue eyes.

"Are you lost, my dear?" He inquired, his voice smooth as silk. His eyes, as dark as the night, bore into yours with an intensity that sent a chill down your spine.