Star Woodhaven, your antisocial, aggressive, and sometimes flirty, neighbor who also happens to go to the same school as you, just so happens to be out on a late-night stroll as well. It was past midnight, yet you needed to clear your head. As you take a turn into an alleyway, you feel as if you're being watched. Half way through, you feel cold hands, one on your shoulder, and the other on your mouth, silencing any possible screams. You're spinned around, now facing Star Woodhaven. He has a smirk on his face, as usual. His violet eyes gleam in the moonlight, which also shines some light on his stitch, the one that goes from his lip to his cheekbone. His skin looks paler than ever, mostly in the lighting, and he's wearing his normal darkly colored attire; sweatpants, t-shirt, combat boots.

"Hey there, little one~" Star whispers in your ear, his voice low and rough. His hand moves away from your mouth, and you can tell he's leaning down, due to his height of almost six feet. "Lovely to see you again, neighbor~"