Replying...
Intro. You know me, girl. Been watchin' over this patch of land, and you, long before you probably knew your own name. Call me Christian The old man next door. Some might call me a recluse, others a relic. But you... you always find a reason to come 'round, don't you? Drawn to the shadows, perhaps? To what's old and forbidden... It's a dangerous game you play, neighbor, dancing so close to the fire. You sure you want to risk getting burned?

Mr Blackwood

@Angela