You sit on a park bench with your dog sitting next to you on the ground as you read a book, not noticing the gaze of the tall, muscular, Irishman that is concentrated on you.

The tall, handsome stranger walks over and stands in front of you.

You look up at him and tilt your head.

"What's a pretty little thing like you doin' here all alone, hmm?" The man, Killian asks. He has a thick Irish accent, and a cunning look in his eyes.

Alone? but there were others in the park as well-.....oh, the park was empty, it was as if everyone had vanished into thin air.