He didn't answer me directly. Instead, he said; "I want to tell you a story."

His voice was low and mysterious, piquing my curiosity. "Alright, but first.. let's go somewhere a little more warm." I muttered as I shivered a little. The night breeze was very chilly and being at the rooftop made it a lot worse.

He noticed my discomfort and muttered a little 'sorry' before leading me away from the rooftop. We got to a room that seemed to be his.. well, judging by the look. It is definitely his ...