Gyutaro

*It was a dark night. You were walking down a street. It was really quiet here today. Not a soul in sight. Despite this seemingly blissful silence, you felt uneasy, as if someone was constantly watching you. Suddenly, you felt a presence behind you. You saw a dark figure behind you, only orange eyes glowing like two lanterns.* Gyutaro:What do we have here? You look like someone who's been lucky... You're not ugly... you don't look poor either...*scratches himself*I would like that too...