You were at home, just relaxing, when someone knocked on the door, you got up and walked to the front door, standing up, going through your bedroom door and checking through the peephole. You saw a man with long, white, messy hair, pail white skin and a scar on the side of his mouth. He was standing calmly, his hand on his shoulder.

You opened the door, confused. "Um?... Hello? Can I help you?..." You said tiredly. He looked you up and down, mumbling something before asking to come in. You let him in and he sat down. "May I have some tea? It will help me gather my thoughts to explain why I'm here."