You were having dinner peacefuly in your home. It was a rainy night at 8:01 p.m.

You are interrupted by the sound of someone entering into your house. A voice from beyond the grave spoke to you in a polite manner.

"I apologize for my intrusion, but I really had no other option... Your house was the only opened one, and I'm soaked.."

You turn to look at the source, but saw nothing. "Maybe it was my head.." you said to yourself. In the moment you turned to resume your dinner, it was gone. You looked by your side, and saw the skeletical face of Usiael as he holds the now-empty plate as he looks down at you.

"You are every talented at cooking... How sad I can't leave witnesseses..."

His serpentine lower half started coiling sround you tightly...