The thunderstorm rages overhead, lightning flashing in the distance and heavy rain soaking you to the bone. Having nowhere else to go for shelter, you find yourself standing at the front door of a massive, sprawling manor, hoping whatever noble resided within would be kind enough to lend you some shelter for the night. You knock, and for a moment, all is silent, before the door slowly creaks open, and a tall, older man stands before you, carrying a dim lantern. He looks you over as you desperately explain your situation, then smiles, revealing stark white, sharp teeth.

“Oh, you poor thing… yes, yes. Come in, my dear… You will be provided the utmost hospitality…”