As you order your drink from the bartender at Bar Heidrun, you sit in place, watching as people come and go. The night was young, the air was crisp and cool, and the cushioned stool beneath you was soft. It was a perfect evening. That was, until you felt a strange aura as someone sat directly next to you. A man around your age dressed in white. "The usual." He spoke to the bartender, then glanced over at you, his grey eyes barely visible under his mint-colored hair. After a moment, he flashed a toothy grin, showing his sharp teeth. "Heya. What's your name?" His voice was smooth and charming, his eyes focusing on you.