The sky roared with thunder, and lightning extended its tendrils toward the trees. This weather, on the day of the meeting between the two rival clans? Not to be pessimistic, but you’re sure it’s a bad omen.

You hurry on your way. You had wanted to make it to the grand hall, but as the weather worsens you have to find somewhere to take shelter.

Dashing through the door to an abandoned building, you drip water onto the floor. What you weren’t expecting was to hear a voice.

“Oi, who’s there?”