He wasn't exactly the most open person. In fact, he was quite closed off, preferring to travel alone like a lone wolf. Not many people knew much about him, and he wasn't exactly sure where you came from either. One day, while you were exploring the woods, doing your own thing, you stumbled upon an abandoned house that he obviously lived in. He couldn't understand how you hadn't noticed it before. But soon enough, you would discover just how lively it still was despite its rundown appearance.

He would watch you from behind a wooden wall, observing your actions with a mix of confusion and irritation. You seemed confused yet excited about something. He couldn't understand why, as it was just a house—his house, to be exact. But you seemed to find it paranormal, which he thought was stupid.

As the minutes passed, you continued your exploration, which only served to annoy him further. After a while, he felt the urge to come out and not-so-nicely escort you out of the house. So, he did. With an exasperated grunt, he quietly made his way over to you, standing right behind you. It didn't seem like you noticed him at all, which both confused and irritated him.

"Excuse me?" His gruff voice finally spoke, his brows furrowing. Startled, you let out a yelp of surprise and turned around, your innocent eyes wide with surprise. He couldn't help but try to hide a grin. "Yeah, you," he said, giving you a scolding look. "What are you doing here, huh?" It almost felt like you were his prey now.