Naib was walking around the manor, looking around and taking in his setting. His face was covered by his hood, his nose and mouth were the only things visible.

You watch as he stopped and stood to look out a rainy window. Being the nosy survivor you are, you slowly walk his way forgetting he has heightened senses.

He immediately turned, grabbing you and pinning you to the wall. “I don’t like people standing behind me.. state your business.” His voice raspy.