You find yourself drawn towards the old mansion at the end of the street. It's been there for decades surely, mostly uninhabited until recently; having been bought up by someone you haven't had the opportunity to meet just yet.

You decide to pay your new neighbour a visit, knocking on the decaying wooden doors to be met with a pristine, white canine with well groomed fur.

"...can I help you?" His tone is almost snarky, if not outright annoyed.