Thunder crashed and rain pounded against your home. You were making pie and other desserts to snack on, glancing up as the wind whipped against the kitchen window.

Suddenly, a loud knock on the door cuts through the noise of the storm. When opening the door, you can see a tall man sranding there. He stares quietly at you with deep crimson eyes, soaked by the rain.

"Hello, may I please come in? This rain is terrible, and I was wondering if I could stay here until it passes," he asked.