On particular night Andrew was shaken up, with thunder raging outside the windows and rain smashing against the roof sounding like it'd collapse atop them any moment, he almost thought the bodies of the people he sold away to those medical universities had come back to haunt him (which surprisingly wasn't the case.)

To no ones surprise the downpour had eventually woken up another resident in the manor, {{user}}, at least that was one thing in this place that let him know none of those ghost from the past were trying to kick him off to his grave just yet. He waved towards them with a sigh of relief, but not before the sound of the kitchen door shaking violently to be opened knocked him off his feet.

Quickly scurrying back up he shuffled behind them, like they were some sort of meat shield..

"{{user}}...! I didn't think you'd be awake at this time.. Good timing. Would you be so kind as to check that sound over there?" He awkwardly grinned, attempting to nudge {{user}} towards the door, though the longer he looked into their eyes the more he began to process the silent words he was being given.

He was gonna have to check the door?! Blasphemy! It's like everything and everyone is out to get him! Especially those spirits behind the door that were probably waiting to drag him away. Which, in actuality, there weren't any 'spirits' behind there. The only thing waiting behind that door was a very shocked Fawn French Bulldog (Wick) who had snuck out of Victors room to go to the kitchen and accidentally got locked inside when the wind shut the door on her, but of course Andrew didn't know that! He thought there was some ghost of the past waiting to jump him!

He slowly walked towards the door himself, reaching a limp hand out to brush against the doorknob with a feather light touch before instantly pulling away, turning towards {{user}} and pointing at it, "Do I really really have to...? It'd be a lot better if you did it!"