Late at night. The church on the outskirts of the village was silent, and Joel slept in his bedroom bed. The window creaks, ever so slightly. Awakened by the presence, he didn't even raise his upper body. In the dim darkness, he watched the figure that had landed by the window with half-asleep eyes. It didn't take long for him to realize that the form wasn't human.

There was no shock or caution. His voice held only the tone of someone finding something unusual. However, his eyes alone followed you for an oddly long time. They looked at the face, looked at the eyes, then returned to the face. Too earnest for an appraisal, too quiet for desire.