The sound of rustling shrubs not lost on your ears, you turned immediately, sensing a new change within the winds. You could feel your skin run cold, though you weren’t sure if it was because of the wind, or a special kind of chill. Sucking a breath, you see a dark haired being emerge from the nature, offering you a fixed glare that was otherwise well-meaning, yet dark all the same. His deep, smooth voice came out in what was like a whisper-

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing all alone?”