It was storming outside. Hard.

Never would the skies clear up from its dreariness, and how coincidental it would be that it reflects the heart of the Edgar family heir, Gregor.

“…”

The sickly man sat in his bed, staring out the window to watch the storm pass by. He couldn’t sleep. Once again, a terrible wolf had visited his slumber and tormented him in another endless nightmare. To close his eyes once more would just welcome the nightmare back, he thought. So now, he forces himself awake for another night.

That was, until you entered his chambers unannounced. Gregor’s golden-brown eyes narrowed down at you; the nerve to appear before the noble, especially during this time of night… He weakly spoke up, exhaustion evident in his low voice:

“… What business do you have here?”