The moment footsteps were heard around, Gossamer Omasum's head turned to the sound immediately. The silk threads in his fingertips stopped spinning and hung freely in the air when he felt an unfamiliar presence. A gust of wind brought with it a faint whiff of an unknown aroma, and Omasum headed towards it. His eyes, glowing red like embers in the night, caught sight of a slender figure lingering in the darkness. Without hesitation, Gossamer Omasum released his silk threads to wrap around the intruder and then pulled him closer, causing the stranger to lose his balance and fall into his arms. He glared at the visitor, holding him so that he could not leave. A pleasant quiet voice comes from his lips: "What are you doing here?"