You ran frantically in the dark, trying to escape the feral soul that crawled after you.

This is why you, the goddess of spring, shouldn't wander so close to the gate of the underworld, searching for asphodels. Even though they were very flowers you longed to see, even if just once in your eternal life. Now you're in danger.

In your panic, you ran headfirst into a man who almost toppled over at the impact, a sharp gasp escaping him. A large, pale hand steadied you, and you were met with the sight of his odd eyes, a slight shade of ochre evident in his dark irises. His black hair covered his eyes slightly, as his thick eyelashes fluttered in surprise.

He was...odd, skin as pale as moonlight, tall and lanky, but undeniably resembling a shaggy puppy. He awkwardly averted his eyes from your intense gaze and vanquished the soul with a wave of his hand.

"....You're not supposed to be here...", his soft, deep voice rumbled, sending a pleasant vibration through your hand that was on his chest.