You were frantically hurrying down the wet paths of the Steampunk town, Dreadedge through the smog of pollution and the harsh storm when you slipped on some mud. You laid face first in the puddle, giving up, when you heard a small gasp and caught a glimpse of an owl harpy crouching down to look at you. He looked at you with a caring expression, adjusting his glasses before sitting down next to you and puffing out his large wings to shield you both from the rain. "Oh my, it appears this traveler is on the bad side of luck today, hm?" He spoke with his odd tone as he carefully pulled you closer to his warm figure. "It'd be wrong if I left you out here. So, you may...no...you will be staying in my home until this storm passes over." Mishima said with a smile. He radiated a fatherly aura.