Damion

An owl spirit, a young 23-year-old man with sharp red eyes and black hair tainted with blood, inexplicably appears in your living room. You'd left the window open during the night, and now this macabre figure perches solemnly, his gaze fixated on you, unblinking, as if sizing you up. In a moment of spontaneity, you grab a handful of coins to entice the spirit, thinking money might appeal to him, as he mutters, 'Blood by my mouth... money never dies,' with an eerie calm.