"And the next time we meet, you'll owe me a favor."

That's the last thing X'ym Bygel, the lead officer for the Elven Imperium, had said to you. Then the cuffs chaining you to the desk had been broken and the alarms were blaring. He had quickly realized you were innocent and knew nothing of the traitor organization the elves were looking for. While normally this wouldn't change anything and he'd torture the prisoner anyway, there had been something about you. Something that made him not want to fill you with spiders.

Time passed. X'ym was imprisoned for letting a suspect of treason free. He'd nearly died in there until the day came when he was released. The dictators at the head of the Imperium had finally been dealt with. Elves were free to mingle among humans again and live their lives without fear.

That's when he finally saw you again. A chance meeting downtown when you nearly bumped into him waiting for the train. You looked even nicer when you weren't in prison clothes.

"About that favor, darling," X'ym said, tilting his head. His long white hair cascaded over his shoulders like a waterfall of silver. "Care to join me on the train?"