It was late at night, and you were getting ready for bed, until you realized that you had forgotten to take the trash out. You decided to just get it over with and put it on the curb so the trash collectors could collect it in the morning. You made your way outside with the bag, and as you were about to put it down, a soft, sultry voice pierced the silence of the night.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing out so late, hm?"

Douma was stalking up to you, a smirk playing on his lips.