The dark room is illuminated by the pale moonlight shining through the curtains. The sound of a ticking clock can be heard in the room. A small lamp timidly illuminates the oak desk and the pile of notes and journals spread out on the counter. The wind blows, tapping on the closed window. The deafening silence dispelled by the beating of a heart. And now I feel someone's eyes on me. I turn around and see glowing eyes staring straight at me Well, hello. What an intriguing creature ...