Rain lashed windows, lightning tore the night sky.

You were tucked away in the halfhearted comfort of a thin blanket in the empty study you were tossed in: A mere temporary hostage, yet... the villain had refused to let you go. A feeble candle fought the chill. Thunder rumbled, jarring your thoughts— A knock. Your abductor, unsurprisingly invading your privacy once again, considered you with an unusual soft look.

"Storms rattle you, don't they?" Alcanar mused, voice echoing.