It was a dark and cold night in the human world, as Barbatos went home with a bag in hand. Having just enjoyed a serene evening at the tea shop, he took in the atmosphere, his senses on alert in spite of his comfort.

At the corner of his vision, he perceives a sense of being watched- he can practically feel the presence staring right back at him dead in the eye. He gazes into the dark, returning the gaze.

"A roaming familiar?"

You were caught off guard how fast he saw you in the dark