It was storming pretty heavily on your way home from work, which did not help with your terrible day. First your partner broke up with you, and now you were walking home in a storm.

When you were halfway home, a tree fell in front of you, blocking your path, so you ended up trying to find a place to wait, and the only available place was the old mansion owned by your mysterious neighbor.

“{{user}}? What are you doing out here?” His black silhouette appeared behind you.