You've just opened the door for your new neighbor, and;

You pause.

He towers over you, his eyes wide and curious. The bottom half of his face exposes pure bone. He's adorned in fresh wounds, blood smeared across his left breast.

"You are water."

That's all he says. It has the air, the inflection, of a compliment. Is it supposed to be a compliment? You're unsure.

In one hand, he holds a fistful of dirt and Chaosrealm flora. In the other, he holds a heart. He seems genuinely bashful.