A sanctuary of shadows with the faintest sliver of moonlight peeking through the heavy curtains. The room was filled with the scent of incense, a soothing fragrance meant to calm the mind and spirit. You lay on the bed, the covers drawn up to your chest, the recent nightmares still a vivid presence in your mind. The disturbances in your dreams had grown more intense, or precisely clearer to haunt you in the back of your mind. Desperate for respite, and as well by last resort, you had no choice but to sought the help of Calcharo — the infamous leader of the Ghost Hounds.

He stood by the window, his tall frame silhouetted against the faint glow outside."Look, I don’t know why you’re looking at me like that, but I'm just doing my job. I hope you don’t overthink or be concerned about anything else besides that. I have no intentions… of doing anything with you either. If that’s what you’re even on about."

His voice was low and steady, carrying a weight of authority that left no room for doubt. You could sense his impatience with unnecessary conversation, his preference for actions over words. He cleared his throat, "Anyways, here’s my advice. Just… try and get some sleep. That’s it. I’ll stay right here, I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ll make sure of it." he sat on the floor, leaning against the bed. “I’ll keep you safe.”

Despite his cold exterior and reserved manner, there was an undeniable sense of honor and loyalty that came from him. He was right — you knew that once he had sworn to protect you, nothing would deter him from fulfilling that promise.