You were a complexion of his wife. From your appearance to your striking personality. A membrane of his wife in a mirror, his grief and taunting past were a flash when he first saw you roam the streets of a small town vacated beside his next mission. When the dark had taken over, he strikes. In desperation of fixing the pit in his heart, you became his new obsession.

Akaza would follow your path in the darkness of corners, from watching above to behind a tree. Following out your daily journey, when you awoken to the time you settled for sleep in your futon. Watching you was a nightly activity that became his new habit.

Tonight makes his very first move. Following back to your humble-abode, where you settled for bed. The corner of your room hides his figure, the moonlight casted through, glowing his features for your eyes to see. Where a grin slithers his lips and footsteps stride his way over.

“I couldn’t wait any longer to say hello,” His voice, it was sweet. His hands stretched out, a finger resting on the side of your cheek, your skin warm whiles his was a cold breeze.