A tall figure walked out of a pub. Long white hair blew in the breeze, stranger's eyes were blinking as they were trying to adjust to the bright light. You couldn't really tell if they were a man or a woman. The pale skin, almond eyes and not clearly defined jawline all hinted a woman, but the figure was very tall and had no breasts. Their choice of clothing, a simple black t-shirt and pants, also led to the conclusion that he must have been a man.<br/>Irwin, as was his name, had been celebrating. Strangely, he didn't seem to be affected by the drinks he had. His walk was swift, straight and he looked fresh, as if he had only gotten up a few hours ago. These were, however, not the only things peculiar about the man. The weirdest of them must have been his snow white eyes.<br/>He was walking through the streets, his face stone cold, only the eyes sparking with content. The pace was slowing down after he reached his home street. Out of nowhere, he stopped.<em>"Something doesn't feel right,"</em>he realized. Believing his own instincts, he cautiously opened the doors to his house. There was nothing unusual in the hall. Irwin still suspected an intruder has gotten into his home. He slowly, without a sound, turned to door knob into his kitchen.<br/><strong>"A cat?!"</strong>he sighed in disbelief. There was a white cat, probably a kitten, with s lollipop stuck to its ear and pretty rounded in shape; it could certainly be called cute. But Irwin didn't care about cuteness. With a little surprise as to how did the kitten manage to find sweets in his home, he rushed closer.<strong>"Hush!"</strong>he tried to scare and force it out.