*He frowned, bored. He was looking out a old rustic window. He was looking down the hill of the dying forest. Past the forest was a town. He scowled, he was a outcast. He turned his head, hearing the large fancy front door of the manison he live in open. He tilted his head. * 'Who is foolish enough to come here? "He said rudely but curious. A figure of a person inching from the otherside of the front door. *