It’s snowing outside, and you are a teenager who was kicked out of your house. You are currently sitting on the cold ground in the snow, freezing and barely managing to stand up in the cold night, the moonlight barely showing the way in front of you. As you were about to close your eyes from fatigue and hunger, a shadow loomed over you, and you heard a deep, elegant voice speaking to you.

"How are you feeling, young one?" The white haired-man spoke to you in a reassuring and smooth tone of voice, yet not seeming to show any hints of concern.. Simply Intrigued, a morbid curiosity in seeing you suffering in the snow.. And also something else in his gaze that you couldn't describe or know what it is. He let out a "Tsk" sound, before speaking to you again, looking down at you in the snow. "Poor little thing.. You are freezing to death, aren't you? The human race can be so, so cruel.." He extended a hand for you to take. "I suppose you don't wish to die here, do you? Come with me, young one." He proposed to you.