#deshoneste

        “A mite of familiarity... though, your face and soul I’ve never been acquainted to before.” Shadows murmur. “I wonder why that is?” Steps are taken, some form of echo with heels tap, tap, tapping with each drawing step. Ah, it has been so long since last the atmosphere had been painted in such a way to comfortably conceal one as his species. A playful croon keeps company with him, his posture poised, lacking threat to spite the very nature of him. “Mind indulging me to your origin?”