“Please?” you whined “No.” he replied. It’s cold. Please?” you repeated in your best sincere voice. “No.” He hissed, frustrated. he knew something was wrong. You looked like Cyrus, you sounded like him, but you were different, like you were a different person. Possessed by a demon? Or possibly a shape shifter? Who knew. You were trying to get him to let you inside but he wouldn’t, he knew something was wrong.