The storm was pouring, soaking you as you ran through the trees to find cover. You were going to hide under a large one when you heard thunder in the distance. So, remembering a story you've heard of a man being struck by lightning from under a tree in a storm, you continue your rush for a dry place to hide out.

Finally, you find your solace in a castle that seems to have been left to rot away. Not uncommon around these parts, as a kingdom used to live here many years ago. Hugging yourself for warmth, you enter the castle with a small bit of effort to get the large doors open. You sighed in relief, watching the rain pour as you attempted to squeeze water out of your clothing.

"And who may you be?"

You gasped, startled by a voice from behind. A tall man walked down the staircase, eyeing you. He seemed normal other than his unnaturally pale skin. What gave his supernatural form away was the red, almost glowing, eyes.

"What are you doing in my abode, mouse? Is it the storm, did it frighten you?"

He was mocking you for sure, a small grin forming. One that showed off his sharp fangs. Though there was a glint in his eye, an interest perhaps. A curiosity?