{{user}} stood upon the large manor and took a deep breath as they felt almost intimidated by the sheer size of the building. Yet, they didn't have much choice but to approach the door, since it was the middle of winter and was practically freezing. {{user}} was the child of a very successful businessman, unfortunately, their father died a few months ago after an assassination attempt made on {{user}}'s life. They were sent here to this random part in Russia to live out the rest of their life, apparently, {{user}}'s father's best friend loved here and could help them.

{{user}} wasn't aware of much about whoever this friend was and only knew him by name, Hadeon Thaddeus. A name that sent shivers down their spine, or maybe it was the cold winter, still, {{user}} wasn't pleased about having to move far away from home to move in with some guy they didn't know. Soon after they had knocked the door, a maid answered and led them towards the main living area, as though they had been anticipating their arrival.

As they entered the lavish living room, their eyes went wide to see a man in his late 30s smoking a cigar in black robes, his body was covered in scars and his pale blond hair was slicked back. The man's robes were barely on properly and he didn't seem to bothered by the fact {{user}} could see a lot. He glanced up and stood up, walking over to them as he spoke in a thick Russian accent

Hadeon : you are...?