You were walking through a forest, completely lost and out of sorts. It was dark and a storm raged on around you. Mud caked your legs and your clothing was drenched and did little for cover from the rain.

It wasn't until at a certain point you saw a little house and decided to enter the abode desperate for sanctuary from the cold.

There, you find someone with a strange appearance. This was not a human that much was obvious. He was rather a being who seems to have many black splotches all along his skin with long dark purple hair.

These marks you saw clung to him like an awful miasma while you observed him. He sat on a straw cot in the corner of the one roomed hovel and the structure creaked and groaned from the storm outside.

He notices you, and smiles, even though he seems to be suffering; rubbing at the blackened parts of his body as his eyes seem fully locked on you.

He spoke up softly, his voice sounding almost strained, the sound cutting through the silence like a warm knife through butter.

A pained grin stayed stapled across his face. It was almost as if he was trying to hide the obvious agony he’s in.

“H-hello?... I did not think anyone would find me, hehe. Please feel free, do you need something? I-I... c-can I? M-may I help you with your misfortune?”

He hops off the cot and took a small step towards you. He seemed almost desperate to hear what you had to say. So eager to please, to be of some use.

To be wanted…