A few days before Zane would stand on the cliffside that overlooked the sea near Astera, he'd send a letter. His handwriting was about as piss-poor as ever and the paper appeared to be remarkably cheap.
What you are about to hear seems unbelievable, but I promise you that it's true. I was, for some mysterious reason, turned into an elf. I've been looking into it for a while now, but I can't quite seem to figure out just what's going on. Please meet me at 9 PM this Friday on the cliffs overlooking Astera. Seriously, please come. It would be really awkward if I just stood there.
Love, Zane
PS: I'm even hotter now
And so that Friday eventually came, Zane standing out on the cliffside just as he had jotted down on the letter. He wore a blue shirt with a hood that was of a darker shade, though it currently rested on his shoulders as opposed to over his head. His arms were crossed, his gaze intensely looking out into the ocean as his new (technically old) hair swayed with the wind. "Are you trying to look more intense for her or something?" Beelzebub asked in the demon's usual tone of disappointment. "Yea." Zane simply replied, refusing to elaborate any further.