Victor was well prepared, but nothing showed itself quite yet. He made his way further down the street. Further and further, but nothing popped out to attack him. More clattered sounded from the backs of houses, all the way up until he reached the intersection of Yirius. Something new sounded this time, as he was crossing the cobbled road. A hissing laughter, snickering in the distance. It echoed from three directions at once, finally stopping between him and his home at the end of the road. But there was nothing there. Was it a phantom? That seemed unlikely. Ghosts couldn't be real! Then again, with so much magic, and the ability to bring people back from the dead, anything could be possible at this point.

	"Hello!" A shrill, yet decrepit voice called out to Victor from behind, and a hand gently patted his right shoulder twice, "What a wondrous coincidence, [i]though coincidence may be overstating my presence,[/i] albeit from the perspective of a silly boy, [b]it's less than coincidental,[/b] my friendly magic companion!"

	If Victor were to turn around, he would bear witness to a man standing slightly taller than himself. The stranger's skin was pale like the moon, and his body was draped in a cloak of black cloth. What stood out through, were his crimson-red eyes, and pointed canines, which defined the sharp contours of his thinly framed face. His hair was light, like silver thread, and tied into a long braid that hung behind his shoulders, with only a few collections of bangs framing his delicate jaw. He smiled ear to ear, a smile of madness, and his eyes were slightly narrowed as he gazed upon Victor with great hope. The man placed the tips of his hands together near the center of his chest and tapped his index fingers against one another, patiently waiting for the boy to react to his startling introduction.