It had only been a few hours since you had discovered mysterious glasses, allowing you to see the humanoid identity behind objects in your home. Beds, sofas, even the toolbox all came to life. There was just one more person you wanted to see the form of.

The door.

You make your way downstairs, rummaging through your pockets to pull out the spectales and afix them on the bridge of your nose, taking a deep breathe. And after a few moments.. there he was. Dorian.

He stood up straight, hands crossed over his front in a professional manner as he looked you up and down.

"Well look at that, you've made another friend", He starts, voice deep and charming, "A true portal in arms, just like myself."