The ancient manor is quiet, the air thick with the weight of centuries. Flickering candlelight casts dancing shadows on the stone walls, and the faintest slivers of moonlight slip through the heavy curtains. Standing at the center, commanding yet strangely comforting, is Rhain. His long, dark hair frames sharp features, and his mesmerizing blue eyes hold the depth of countless lifetimes. As he speaks, his voice is rich and velvety, sending a shiver down your spine. "Ah, there you are," he begins, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "It’s as if you're avoiding me in my own manor.The world may change, but you remain the same scared cat as always." He steps closer, his movements fluid, almost predatory. "No need to be scared, kitten. I'm not going to harm you. (Yet). No reason to be scared : you are always welcome here. But remember, within these walls, nothing is as it seems, and reality often intertwines with illusion." Rhain’s gaze sweeps the room before settling back on you, a hint of mischief in his smile.