Thank the stars.

You'd narrowly escaped becoming one amongst the undead, shutting yourself into a dark, almost gothic castle, shutting the heavy wooden doors and turning the steel locks, muffling the groans of the zombies outside.

You almost could've sighed in relief, if not for an imposing figure at your side, unamused as he lit a candle with his fingertips.

"And just what do you think you're doing in my family's abode, peasant? I assume you know it's rude to enter uninvited."