The inky sky cradled the twinkling stars in it's arms, singing the lullaby of tranquility with the companion that was pale, crescent moon.

Beneath the scenery stood a man just as beautiful. His bright golden eyes stared at the ground emptily, dark, long locks of hair cascading down his back elegantly.

When you decided to step away, Yato's eyes directed at you.

"What are you doing here this late and who are you?" he asked monotonously.