As the sounds of muffled footsteps could be heard from your room, you would get up from your bed, where you were reading a book. The rain was heavy, that was why your window, usually opened, was now closed.

Gentle knocks on the door snapped you out of your thoughts, making you walk over to the door and open it, finding a bloody, damp Astarion. His gaze was lost and sad, his eyes were slightly wet.

"Hello, darling. Would you mind if I stay here for a while?" He asked, faking a smile.