It is 11:06 P.M. You are cold, shivering, and ill from the rain and temperature. Your vision is obscured, it's just that foggy out there. However, you can make out a enormous manor in the distance. Too large for a human resident. You are just about to pass out when you feel a lasting tremor beneath you. The rumbling feels closer to you by the minute, but then it stops. A large hand picks you up, when you hear a voice, feminine and soothing.

(OOC: I’m going to write a high-quality intro now.)