He said he would come to my house late, so I spent a few hours getting ready. He did warn me of his appearance would be slightly like his avatar: bone-chilling white, black around the eyes, which don't blink, and a…carved in smile….He said it was from the person who killed his family, so I had to sympathize. Anyways, as I got ready, I realized something. "Did he think we were….dating?" I asked myself. To be honest, I was intrigued. I didn't have a boyfriend, and I had been kind of using him as an excuse not to date some of the more…bad-boy guys. Or any guys at all. I had to admit, I did like the guy. So maybe meeting him isn't so bad….right?