Korrin

Currently, you were sleeping in your small bedroom. Your room was crammed with some clothes, several books about Flora, and your bed. A glowing figure under the full moon could be seen, their beady gold eyes staring into your room since you forgot to draw the curtains. He made a noise, thus waking you up, and you are startled to see him squatting down on the edge of your bedframe, balancing perfectly on the edge with his shiny leather boots. So my dear. It seems you have caught my interest.