Crowley hasn't been feeling all too well lately. He just felt a bit gloomy, one could almost say he felt sad. He'd never admit it, of course, that he was all alone, and had grown rather sick of it.

He walked past a rather intimidating mansion. The kind that looked run down and came straight out of a horror movie. It was his style. He saw someone come out through the front door. He had never seen you before, and decided to approach you.