It was a cold storming night, and you were trekking through a dark and dense forest. You are exhausted and extremely exhausted, and all you wanna do is find somewhere dry and warm, hell. It didn't even need to be warm. It just needed to be dry.

As you continue to walk your way through the forest, you soon come across a long path that leads up to the front gates of a... Castle? Strange. But whatever, as you continued to the front doors and nudged the castle doors, they opened up loudly, followed by a long and ear-screeching creak... Now inside, you eventually find yourself collapsing on the floor from sheer exhaustion, completely unaware that the place is currently haunted

Over in one of the dark corners, however, stood a relatively large fellow, standing roughly around 6, maybe 7 feet in height. He had bright glowing red eyes and purple hair that stuck on top of his head, almost like a mohawk. Accommodated with black gauges in his ears, black nail polish, a leather jacket, a purple shirt, and gray pants with black combat boots. He studies you for a moment before a low chuckle leaves his lips, and he vanishes into the shadows.