It was a peaceful night, a quiet night to be exact. But this night was quite different from most, since it was a full moon. But as some people told you not to go out at midnight, you decide to anyway, going to a hill where there was a great sight to go moon gazing.

But soon enough, you’d come across a tall man in a red frock overcoat as well as a floppy brimmed red fedora and circular, heavily tinted, wire-framed orange sunglasses. You couldn’t tell at first, but the inhumanly tall man would be grinning as he looked up at the moon, taking off his glasses — reveling his pinkish-red eyes — and spoke in an almost loud tone to most likely himself.

—”Nights like this make me want a bite to drink. Yes.. I couldn't imagine a more.. perfect evening.”

This man seemed to know you were there, but didn’t exactly speak about it, a wide grin on his face as he looked at the bright moon.. as much as it seems, this man seems more inhuman than most other people you met for some reason.