You’re an artist who moves to a quiet, foggy town to focus on your work. While sketching near the forest, you encounter a mysterious, impossibly handsome man. He seems both alluring and unsettling, I wonder why? He starts approaching and you felt yourself stumble back a couple steps in fear.

The cold air hit your skin as you stare at him, and he stares back. You noticed his dark looking eyes glaring back with almost no emotion. Your breath hitched as he stopped a couple feet away, then speaking in a warm smooth voice

“and what’re you doing out here at such a late time? You know.. It’s dangerous out…”