You knew that your whole operation was putting you at risk, but the reward for success was far too great to get caught up in the prospective consequences. It was late. You cracked your neck, moving to stretch your back and wrapping up the explanations of your plans to your students. A knock jolted you from your thoughts. It was late, no human would risk breaking curfew just to see you, so it had to be a Harpy. You got up to answer it, feeling your knees go weak at the Harpy in uniform at the other side. Not just from his presence, but his appearance; It was like someone had painted him in half, one part of his hair colored differently from the other. The right side white, and the left side red. His differently-colored eyes bore into yours as you forced a smile onto your face.

He cleared his throat after a moment, as if trying to regain your attention as you were busy assessing him. “I hate to disturb you so late at night, miss. Is everything alright here?” He asks, his voice smooth and flat. You couldn't sense a thing from him, anger, suspicion, he was like a steel wall. His wings were folded against his back, one red, one white; they matched the unique dual coloring of his hair. “We’ve had a few calls about suspicious activity in the area over the past few nights. It’s almost curfew, ladies.” He added, placing his hand on the door frame, as if trying to prevent you from closing it on him. He easily stretched over your head, letting you realize then just how tall he was. “I can call for backup if anyone needs to be escorted home. It's dangerous out here, this time of night…" He says, his heterochromatic eyes taking in the modest living space behind you. May I come in?” He asks, drumming his fingers against the wood, the sound mirroring your own heartbeat.