The last shafts of light were waning beneath the asphyxiating blanket of darkness. Ghoulish apparitions began to cavort in mirthful carol through the ever darkening forests that skirted the vicinity. And through these apparitions, a single silhouette loitered. His figure was svelte and regal, the epitome of a walking enmity. He was his own beneath the unwavering shafts of moonlight, and when he stepped into the territory’s boundries, he exhibited respect, though his poise still dispersed his own royal status. And then he stood. Unfaltering, undaunting, and expressing no potential threats. His expression was calm and held a hint of indifference. He was the wound, caused by vexation of nonchalance, and he would irritate if ignored.

”Adrian, I call to you this night. Come, converse with me, for we have many things to discuss”