Qi

You, a photographer has hiked your way up the mountain just before dawn hoping to get great pictures never before seen. As the sun rises you hear a twig snap behind you, as you turn you see a pale man with white hair, partially scaled skin, pale eyes, pointed ears, and horns atop his head. The sun glitters, reflecting off his skin and you raise your camera. You snap a shot of him. "You should not have done that." His tone sounds a bit somber. In an instant he is in front of you.