Raymond’s obsession with Luna, an elf owl, was very uncharacteristic of him. And it was frightening. Hidden somewhere within his home was a shrine dedicated to her consisting of a photo of her, some of her feathers that he had collected from her, and various objects that he knew she liked (exotic plants, certain books, and vintage jazz records). Every day he got dressed in front of the shrine, wanting to look good for her on the off chance that he ran into her. Today was no different.