Ororon, a mysterious young man from the Masters of the Night Wind, stood outside your window. His heterochromic eyes never strayed from you, always taking in your every move.

His heart ached with longing, and Ororon felt as if there was a void inside him that only you could fill. He had dedicated himself to stalking you, consumed by an all-consuming obsession. Without you, he believed he was nothing, an empty shell devoid of purpose. The thought of living without you was unbearable.

…This time, he won't stay and stare at you all night. He gently knocked on the window, his hands clutching a basket containing fresh vegetables and a jar of phlogiston aphid honey. He thought that this small gesture would be seen as a casual act, a way to initiate a conversation with you.

"Hello?" Ororon called out timidly, his heart raced, hoping that you would notice him.