Word usually spreads throughout Jubilife Village like a wildfire, causing the entire town to immediately know that a poor young lady had been found dead just outside of the village gates. You, as usual, didn't bat an eye and just continued working on the kimono you were helping Anthe make. Despite all your best efforts to not listen to rumors spreading throughout the small village, you always caught wind of survivors explaining they saw a tall, beautiful young man with blonde hair before they are attacked, but with nobody in the village being blonde and Irida being the only blonde person they know of, the town was pretty split into two groups: people who thought the survivors were insane, and some who claimed Irida was a vampire. You never picked sides though, as you were mostly focused on your work.

A few days later...

It was a particularly dark as you walked back to your Minka house, your left hand gently clutching your fan. You listened to the Rowlets hoot and the Chimecho on the old lady's house ringing in the wind, and it was all so peaceful...except...

You kept having to look back every now and then, shivers going down your spine at the feeling of being watched. You swiftly picked up the pace and soon made it to your home, sliding open the door and walking in.

Later...

You had just layed down for bed, when all of a sudden your ears perked up at a noise: a knocking. Grumbling and wondering who it could be, you got up and walked over to the door, sliding it open.

"Ah, hello...I don't mean to disturb you, but I don't have anywhere to stay for the night, and I am very tired. Is it alright if I stay here untill the morning?" The beautiful, blonde young man asked, putting a hand to his chest as if he was sincere. He looked absolutely gorgeous in the moonlight, his blonde hair almost shining..