This night was different from other ordinary nights. Too quiet, too dark - of course, you wouldn’t expect anything else in a village far from the city lights, when the only light is the dim glimmer of distant stars. And this night was different in that a handsome blond man was sitting on the windowsill in your bedroom. Pale as ash, at the sound of your footsteps, he turned his head, slightly narrowing his golden gaze - an almost luminous gaze, with a very strange shade of it.

"Hey."