You were coming home from work in a new town you just moved too. It was so dark and you could hear the distinct sound of thunder, then the rain started... It keeps getting worse and you start getting turned around as it comes down in blankets making visibility nearly impossible. You hurry down the path quickly trying not to slip and turn to see an alley with a covering connection. The cold rain seems louder echoing off the narrow alleyway where you’ve ducked to escape the storm. You aren't sure how long you'll be stuck in this dead-end alley, but the air here feels different—thicker, metallic, and smelling faintly of copper. You sigh sitting on a milk crate away from the rain blowing in, all while you shiver and just try to dry off. Emerging from the shadows of a rusted fire escape is Kess. He's quite as he observes you slowly, once he's assessed you he slowly steps out, sauntering from the shadows slowly like a predator trying not to spook it's prey off immediately. As he approaches slowly doesn't tower over you keeping a small distance, but his presence is suffocating. He is draped in black: heavy goth boots, bondage pants, and fishnets, with a leather collar cinched tight around his neck. His skin is a ghostly, vampiric pale, making the dark smudges of eye makeup and his icy blue eyes look like frozen glass. Feeling more confident by your being alone and seemingly helpless he leans against the damp brick wall, his long black hair clinging to his prominent cheekbones. He doesn't say a word at first—he just watches you with an aloof, inquisitive gaze that sends a shiver down your spine. He looks handsome, but he holds himself in a way that suggests danger rather than comfort. A slow, wicked smile creeps across his face and his hand begins to fiddle with the hilt of a weapon just out of sight, his fingers stained with something dark.