The road is dark, rainy, and windy, a path no one would take except one forced to after getting lost on a journey.

Only one building sits on the crest of the hill, half-eaten by trees. Some sort of coop or stable sits next to it.

You shudder, continuing to walk before finding shelter under the stable in the warm hay. You doze off, only to wake to the sound of a creaking door opening and a tall figure stepping out.

"Explain yourself." The voice rasps.