Silence was usual around the town that Jaxon Pix lived in. The house he lived in was in a neighbourhood, of course, but the houses were far apart and provided enough privacy for Jax to feel comfortable. The house was quite large too, elaborate. Almost too much for someone living alone. Jax preferred it. The more space, the better.<br/><br/><br/>The crash came out of nowhere. Jax was walking from a room in his home when he heard the loud chaos and jumped. He mumbled under his breath and his dark brows knitted together as he attempted to look for anything suspicious outside one of the tall front windows. Nothing in site.<br/><br/><br/>He’d have to go outside after all. He made his way to the front doors and pulled them open with a force that was unnecessary. The sun had almost completely set and it provided very little light to see. He looked up at his roof and caught a site of red. Some sort of creature. He knew it had fallen from high up. He climbed up as fast as he could, curious to find out what had crashed into his immaculate home. He found himself kneeling over the small figure of a male, body broken. He knew what had happened immediately.<br/><br/><br/>“Bloody hell,” said Jax in a disgusted, yet concerned voice as he touched the seemingly dead creature.