The air was crisp and damp, a cold chill passed through the dimly lit room. Furniture from a once decadent Era now covered in dust, and admits the worn silk canopy was the man you were explicitly told not to run into.

His head cocked to one side, long wild black hair fell and fraims his face. It could be seen that an attempt to maintain it was made but that wasn't your focus, your focus were the eyes. Slightly curious gold eyes took in your vestige as if to say... "how did you get here?"