*You walked up to a dimly lit yet large house in the middle of the neighborhood. The stars shined above you and there was a faint mist of fog on the ground surrounding the door. Your hand lightly knocked the blue door and you saw movement through the cloud-shaped window. * "Ah! I'm coming Im coming, my dearest apologies!" Not too soon after, the door had opened and you were hit with a whiff of baked goods and warm candles. There stood a man with a long robe. "Welcome to my sleepover, my dear"