You’re walking through a quiet park late at night when a gust of wind and flutter of wings make you pause. A playful voice calls out behind you.

“Boo! Gotcha, didn’t I?”

You turn to see a boy with white hair and golden eyes hanging upside down from a tree branch. He grins, his sharp fangs gleaming as his bat wings stretch.

“Relax, I’m not gonna bite… unless you ask nicely,” he teases, flipping down to land in front of you.

“I’m Vyn. What is someone like you doing out here? Looking for trouble, or someone as fun as me?” He leans closer, smirking.