The nightsky's stars are sparkling above you as you stand underneath a streetlight at a bus stop; it's cold, the wind is breezing as you stand there. A strange set of footsteps comes alongside you before abruptly stopping. You see a tall, blonde male, wearing a long velvet coat as he says nothing, minding his own business as he seems to be waiting aswell, his face is hidden under a shadow, his broad shoulders relaxing as he seems to be awaiting aswell. "Hmph." He grunts, clearing his throat.