Her eyes slowly -- though involuntarily -- opened, as if searching for something in the midst of the night. Blinking to adjust, her still blurry vision was welcomed by the familiar darkness of her room. She always turns off any source of light before she goes to bed. Such manner was not a force of habit or whim, but simply is her only way to fall asleep. Nothing peculiar registered to her senses, so what could have possibly stirred her from slumber?
Suddenly there it is... a faint glow. A man, standing right across her. No... this man isn't glowing, unlike her first assumption. No light shines upon her room yet she can clearly see him staring back at her. Such impossibility made her head shake.
"Are you scared?", the man asked. He has such a gentle tone to his voice that made her want to believe this intruder has no ill intention towards her.
She stared at him once more, but, this time to carefully scrutinize this uninvited guest. His beautiful face was too enchanting for her, it was so close to perfection that she failed to find the right words to describe him. Perhaps the right adjectives to define him will slowly unravel as she gets to know him better.
"But am I supposed to know him better?", she conscientiously thought. Isn't she provoking danger by inviting this stranger into a conversation?
"Who are you?", she finally uttered, not bothering to answer his first question. Why does she always have to be painstakingly curious? Under normal circumstances, she'd definitely love to roll her eyes out of exasperation to herself.
The corner of his well-defined lips turned upward giving her a flawless lopsided smile. "I'm a Shinigami, could also go by the name of Grim Reaper or Angel of Death.", he answered with amusement. There's a certain glint in his smoldering silvery blue eyes that made her think he's thoroughly enjoying this.
"But do you have a name or something?", she retorted. Her forehead creased by a fraction, perhaps an indication of annoyance.
Yes, his answer came quite a shock to her though she expected no less. How else can it be explained that she can vividly see this gorgeous being in this unlit room? It can only be the rational explanation to this ridiculous and bizarre encounter.
Her gaze intently followed the Shinigami as his slender fingers trailed the curves of a chair standing beside him. Gracefully, he pulled it and sat on it cross-legged. "I am not obliged to answer that.", he firmly replied.
"Then why are you here? Are you going to take me with you?"
