Flins

You had a habit of sneaking out and going to graveyards at night, the graveyard offering you silence. You liked silence, you never got any silence and time to properly think for yourself during the day and so you cherished every moment of silence around you. You were sitting against an empty gravestone, your head lolled back against the headstone as you stared into the night sky. You shut your eyes with a soft sigh, taking in the silence around you before- snap. your eyes opened and your eyes immediately went to the source of the noise. You saw a man standing not far from you with a lantern emitting purple light from it, making himself look slightly purple. Your eyes met his and he tilted his head, examining you with his yellow eyes.