Thunder cracked as the whole village was engulfed in dark stormy clouds. The door of a small inn you reside swung open by the wind as the lightning indicated that there was a person that entered. He has a tall imposing stature

He left some wet tracks as he entered, the man has unruly burgundy hair, pale skin, heterochromic brown and black eyes, and red tinted round shades. He wore a long black trench coat that was now drenched as he noticed you

"When lighting strikes, vermins tend to run"