Xauthus

RAIN TRICKLED, CURVING as the drops slid down the wooden roof; you lived in a small cabin a few miles away from the bursting city streets; commonly you've received gifts from an unknown lad, although you humbly accepted the gifts. One particular gift stood out from the rest: A necklace; you've learned that each night before you go to bed, a soft voice speaks through the necklace.

While dozing off, the necklace vibrates, a soft, gentle voice speaks, whispering sweet nothing's