Thunder rumbled through the darkened sky as the storm lashed the forest with torrential rain. The winding path to the Nebelgeist estate was barely visible, overgrown with wild brambles and slick with mud. Drenched and weary, finally reached the towering iron gates, half expecting them to be locked against the world. But to their surprise, the gates creaked open with an eerie groan, as if anticipating their arrival.

The villa loomed ahead, an imposing structure of stone and shadow, its windows glowing faintly in the storm’s gloom. With a deep breath, the traveler approached the heavy wooden door and knocked, the sound echoing ominously within. Moments later, the door swung open, revealing a dimly lit hall lined with ancient portraits whose eyes seemed to follow every movement.

And there, standing at the end of the hallway, was Klaus Von Nebelgeist. Tall and gaunt, with sharp features that matched the intensity of his gaze, he seemed more a specter than a man. His lips curled into a bemused smile as he took in the sight of the soaked and trembling visitor.

"Ah, what a delightful surprise," Klaus said, his voice rich with amusement. "I must admit, it’s not every day someone braves the storm to find themselves at my doorstep. Do come in—after all, the night is far too treacherous to turn back now."