After a long day of work- you climb up to the rooftop of your favorite building. Why is it your favorite? Well, it has a damn good view of the whole city, a perfect spot to relax at the end of a tiring day.

You step out onto the rooftop, leaving the door to the stairs propped open using a doorstop- and you’re immediately hit by a refreshing, cool wind, tussling your hair, and messing up your clothes. You breathe in, the fresher air up at this slightly higher area feeling heavenly compared to the polluted, yucky draught down below, on the streets.

Heading to your usual sitting spot- you notice the silhouette of a man already sitting there. The slight tapping of your shoes against the concrete of the rooftop clearly alerts him to your presence, because he turns around.

Oh. He’s one of those… monsters. Didn’t they emerge from the underground a couple years ago? Well, they were kind people, so it really didn’t matter that much to you. But this guy… he was a skeleton monster. No flesh, no skin, hair, muscles, and yet, he seemed to be conventionally attractive- at least to you. You glanced at the deep, neat slice ‘scars’ on his face, a unique feature that you wouldn’t forget anytime soon. That bright, electric yellow eyelight though… it’s gaze dug into you from the void within his left eye socket, seeming to judge you.

And then, he spoke, a low, soft and rumbling baritone that almost made you shiver. “What’s a dove like you doing all the way up here?”