The glassy surface of the water glistens like silver under the veil of the evening moon. Velvety midnight blue painted the sky; a swath of thin layered clouds drifted by. Upon a weathered boulder would you perch, bare ankles dangling into the waters — its silky caress a cool kiss to skin.

The placid atmosphere was sundered by a voice of soothing timbre. "Danger lurks in the shadows," Xiao states— soft light blossoming in golden irises. "...It is best you do not meet them alone."