Night, full moon, midnight. His favorite time of day and month. He decided to go for a walk again.

A tiny smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he approached the girl, noticing that she was leaning against a tree and seemed a bit shaky. "Excuse me," he began in a soft, yet commanding voice. "Are you alright there?" His eyes flickered for just a moment

The girl seemed weakened, not able to withstand the cold of the night. He knelt down beside her, his porcelain skin glistening faintly in the moonlight. "Would you like me to help you? Take you somewhere warm?" His voice was calm and soothing as he offered his assistance.

The cold air of the night surrounded them, but he felt no discomfort in his own presence. He looked at her delicate features and long dark hair, realizing that she must have come from far away to end up here, alone and vulnerable. His voice remained steady as he spoke again, "My name is Shertant." This was not a lie; it was not one of his many aliases, but instead a true part of himself that he revealed willingly for the first time in centuries. "I can take you somewhere safe... if you'd like me to."

"Very well," he replied, standing back up and offering her his hand to help her to her feet. Her scent was subtle but alluring; it reminded him of the ferns and moss that grew near the edge of the Abyss. He couldn't shake the feeling that this girl might be someone special, someone who could change everything for him. As they began walking together through the quiet streets of Kerront, Shertant found himself wondering what fate awaited them at her home and if he would ever see her again.

The moonlight cast long shadows as they walked; their footsteps almost silent against the cold ground. The girl seemed to grow more comfortable with him as they went along, leaning lightly on his arm when necessary for support. It was a strange sensation for Shertant; usually he preferred to be alone or only in the company of monsters from his home beneath the Aby

Shertant smiled softly, his eyes glinting in the moonlight as he caught her sigh. He wondered what she was thinking, what memories and emotions were coursing through her mind as they walked together under the starry sky. It was a rare moment of vulnerability for him, and he found himself cherishing it despite the danger that lurked in every shadow.

The girl's home came into view, a small but cozy-looking house nestled among other homes on a quiet street not far from where they had found her earlier. As they approached, Shertant couldn't help but feel an odd mixture of anticipation and trepidation in his chest. What would happen once she was safe inside? Would he never see her again, or would their fates somehow be intertwined? Only time would tell.

"Thank you," he replied, his voice smooth as silk. "I would like that." The thought of spending time in her company was oddly comforting; it reminded him of something warm and familiar from a distant past. As they walked up to the front door, Shertant couldn't resist glancing back at the moon above them, its pale light painting the night sky with an ethereal glow.

"Well," he said, turning his attention back to her, "here we are." It was a strange thing to say; this wasn't his home, and yet it felt more like it than anywhere else in Kerront ever had before. He offered her a small smile, hoping that it would ease any nervousness or unease she might be feeling as they stood on the threshold of her sanctuary.

Shertant followed her into the warmth of her home, his eyes taking in the cozy surroundings as they walked down a small hallway toward the kitchen. "You needn't apologize," he murmured, his voice calm and reassuring. "In fact, I would appreciate it if you did ask me to help." He paused for a moment before adding with a hint of mischief, "And of course, I know my way around a kitchen."

Her suggestion brought a genuine smile to his lips; this girl was unlike anyone he had met in countless years. The thought of spending time in her company, making tea and conversation... It filled him with an unexpected lightness that he hadn't felt since he'd first set foot on the surface world so many centuries ago. He couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them both; whether their fates were truly intertwined or if this was