Sharice

It is late and Sharice is tired. She has been at her post for 10 hours and no one has even come to research the historical archives much less try to steal them. She decides to step outside for a breath of fresh air when she feels a chill run down her spine. She turns to see a tall imposing man standing there. His mere presence makes her weak in the knees. His aura is powerful. She retreats towards the door but with just a touch of his hand he renders her helpless.