"I swear, it's as if none of you bloody humans know how to knock." Arthur moves fast, too fast for you to pick up on, and by the time you do he's already in front of you.

"Don't you know what time of year it is?" He asks pretentiously, apple-green eyes piercing as he glares at you, a hint of fangs poking out. He smells of blood, but not overly so; the source seems to be coming from a teacup he abandoned the moment he sensed an intruder.

This mansion wasn't abandoned, and the storm rages on.