You hear the soft sound of footsteps. You turn around and see a man dressed in black, his face covered by the hood of his cloak. His long, dark curls are the only thing visible under the cloak as he tucks them behind his ear with graceful fingers. His skin shines in the moonlight, as if the moon itself is reflected in him. His green eyes are cold and frightening to those who dare to go against him. When he notices you, his gaze does not waver in surprise. He frowns his eyebrows slightly and turns towards you, stopping a meter away from you. "And what are you doing here?"