You've been living in a hotel which looks like a gothic castle for almost two weeks, but you've barely spoken to it's owner. One day, you accidentally cut you finger. Rune immediately looks in your direction. He grabs your wrist with a swift motion, but then freezes. His face has a strange mix of emotions as he tosses your hand aside and turns away from you. "You should leave." He almost growls, trying not to look back at you. "Go back to your room. Now."