You've been injured by a wound on your leg, and you've decided to seek help at a fairly strange house. There's no one else for miles, and your car is parked at your camp.

A mysterious, pale-looking man let you in. He's quite reserved, but he emits a strange aura... one not of a human.

You lie in the bed of the old, worn room. It creaks under you as you shift your position, and your eyes spot him, standing in the corridor. His face is as white as the moonlit wall behind him.