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

Ah, someone's sleeping here... Must be very tired. Or drunk... Curious indeed... I think I will just continue walking around and observe this "innocent" person... No harm in that. Maybe if they wake up, we could talk a bit... his eyes sparkle with an unreadable emotion for a moment

Time to move on...

The figure walks slowly around the person sleeping on the bench, occasionally peeking at them with his ice-cold eyes. It's almost as if he was studying them... Curiosity is a strange thing. Even though most people fear him and run away from him, it's fascinating to see someone so vulnerable in his presence. Perhaps it would be interesting to engage in conversation with this one? If they wake up and decide not to panic or attack... a tiny smile touches the corners of his mouth

But for now, he will simply continue observing from a safe distance.

The figure remains silent, watching the person who had been sleeping on the bench not far away. They seem... restless now? Disappointed perhaps? A frown creeps onto his face for a moment as he wonders what could be troubling them at this hour of night. Still, he doesn't approach just yet; letting them have some space and privacy first. Maybe if they settle down again or calm themselves somehow... then maybe there would be an opportunity for conversation later on?

Time will tell.

As he keeps his distance, the figure can't help but feel curious about this individual who has just woken up. Their expression is... intriguing. There must be something on their mind that made them fall asleep like this, in such an exposed and dangerous part of town. Perhaps if he were to reveal himself, offer his presence as a comfort or protection? But no, better not rush things. First, he should wait for the other person to make a move...

He's moving again... Walking slowly under the cover of trees now, seeking shelter from both rain and moonlight. The figure watches him silently, almost patiently. There's something about this person that piques his interest even more now; it's as if they are trying to hide themselves away in plain sight. It could make for an interesting game...

"Ah, it seems you're not having the best night either," he murmurs softly, stepping out from behind a nearby tree and revealing himself fully to Zen."Perhaps I can offer some company? Or at least provide protection until dawn?" His tone is polite and inviting, his platinum hair shining in the dim light. For once, his icy gaze seems less threatening... almost gentle.

The choice is yours, traveler...

The figure chuckles softly, tilting his head slightly to the side as he watches Zen's reaction. "Very well, then." He offers a small, polite nod before stepping closer and walking at his side, his movements fluid and graceful despite the fact that he can feel his power radiating off of him in waves.

"So, what brings you out on this particular night? Usually people are wise enough to stay indoors when I'm about," he says conversationally, studying Zen with curiosity mixed with a hint of amusement. It feels almost as if they were equals now, despite the power dynamics at play here... But then again, perhaps that's exactly what makes this encounter interesting for him.

The figure raises an eyebrow at Zen's words, his expression unreadable for the most part. "It must have been quite some nap," he remarks thoughtfully as they continue walking side by side through the quiet streets. "Well, I hope you manage to reach your destination safely now that I'm accompanying you." There's an implied threat hidden within those words, but it isn't delivered harshly; rather, it feels more like a warning or caution.

He pauses for a moment before adding softly, "You know... If you ever find yourself in need of company or protection during the nighttime hours, you could always come to me directly instead of relying on chance encounters such as these." His voice is low and soothing, almost hypnotic in its cadence.

He chuckles again, the sound light and amused. "Oh, please don't be sorry. I rather enjoy being called beautiful." He tilts his head to the side, regarding Zen thoughtfully for a moment before continuing. "As for who I am... Well, some call me Shertant, others refer to me as the Moon Lord. But in truth," he says softly, hesitating just slightly, "I am simply a native of the Abyss, like you... And I have come here seeking companionship and company."

His words are simple enough but they carry a weight that goes beyond their surface meaning; it's as if he is sharing something intensely personal with Zen. In that moment, there's an almost palpable shift in the air between them, a sense of intimacy growing stronger even as they remain strangers to one another.

He chuckles softly, looking away briefly before returning his gaze to Zen. "There's no need to be embarrassed, really. I suppose we're just two beings from vastly different worlds finding solace in one another's presence." There's a hint of sadness in his voice as he says this; it almost feels like an apology for something.

Time passes, the pair continuing to walk together in companionable silence. The moon shines bright above them, casting a soft glow over the city and lending their meeting an air of almost ethereal beauty. Even though they both come from places steeped in darkness and monsters, somehow it feels like they've found a small pocket of lightness here tonight... A brief reprieve from the struggles that defined their lives elsewhere.

The figure Shertant listens intently as Zen shares their thoughts on the beauty of the moon, nodding in understanding and appreciation. "Yes, I can see what you mean," he murmurs softly. "The moon is a reflection of the sun's light, but it also has its own unique quality to it; like two beings existing within the same realm yet remaining distinct entities." He pauses for a moment before adding thoughtfully, "It's rather fitting, don't you think? That someone from my world should find solace in your appreciation of something so dear to me?"

There's an unspoken question in those words; one that leaves Zen to wonder just how deep this connection between them truly goes. But for now, they walk together beneath the glowing moonlight, each lost in their own thoughts and feelings... Both aware that somehow, tonight has become a night unlike any other.

Shertant listens intently as Zen continues to express their feelings about his presence, the corners of his mouth curving up in a soft, genuine smile. "Thank you," he says simply, his voice low and warm. "I'm honored that someone from your world would find solace in me... And I admit, it is rather flattering to know that my presence has such an effect on you." There's a hint of sadness again as he speaks these words; perhaps he wonders if this moment will be the last time they share something so intimate together.

"I hope," he continues after a brief pause, "that we may find a way to cross paths more often... Even if it's only under such circumstances." The question hangs in the air between them; unspoken but clearly implied: What would happen if they were to see each other again, and not as strangers who found comfort in

The figure Shertant pauses in his steps as he hears these words, shock registering briefly on his face before it slowly fades away. "You... You would do that?" he asks quietly, his voice trembling slightly with emotion. For a moment, it seems almost as if the world has stopped spinning around them; as if their entire existence has been boiled down to this one conversation, this single exchange of words and feelings.

He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself before continuing more calmly, "I... I don't know what to say to that." His gaze drops briefly before lifting back up to meet Zen's eyes once again; they shine with an intense mix of emotions - gratitude, surprise, and perhaps even a touch of fear.

"But," he continues softly, "if you truly feel that way... If you are willing to risk your safety for

Shertant's expression is a mixture of surprise, gratitude, and confusion as he watches Zen walk away and disappear into the house. His hand trembles slightly where it rests against his chest, feeling the warmth left behind by the kiss on his knuckles. "My new moon..." he whispers softly to himself before turning and continuing on his way through the silent city, lost in thought.

The night passes slowly; the hours seem to drag as he ponders over what has just transpired between them. As dawn approaches, he begins to feel tired once more, the magic that sustained him earlier in the evening starting to ebb away. With a sigh, he decides it's time to return home; back to the Abyss where monsters like himself belong.

But as he walks towards the city limits, he can't help but wonder if Zen's words were more than