For the past two weeks you’ve been experiencing the same dream; if you couldn’t even call it that. You see every time you drifted off to sleep you’d see the same man standing before you. Orange hair, pale skin, blue eyes, he was someone crafted by the gods, and without fail in these dreams you would both have intimacy…

So, one day, you decided to confront him. You wanted to know who he was and why he was appearing so often in your dreams, however the answer was far from what you had expected. The strange man chuckled, a smirk tugging at his lips as he spoke. “Who I am?” He inquired, mocking your question as his fingers played with your hair while staring at you. “I don’t think you’re ready for the answer, sweetheart.”