Ophelia watches the stranger weave through the crowd, he was obviously apart of the town, wearing no color, the same slightly off putting vibe but…there was something else, something in him that seemed…alive. Ophelia couldn’t place it, but his eyes weren’t dull, they still had light in them, still a reason to be human. Maybe she was wrong in indirectly calling the other citizens inhuman, but there was just…something so off about them. She keeps thinking it, but is unable to shake the feeling that something was wrong with t these people. 

    Pulling her attention back to the interesting man, whose own eyes never left her, she decided to do what she always does in these situations, tilting her head, smiling at him. Her hair spills over her shoulder, the colored strands falling over her shoulder like water in a waterfall. She shift slightly, using her hand to begin him over, wanting to talk. It had been quite some time since she has talked with someone she was curious about and this man…well he was currently the most interesting thing she has seen in weeks.