((You're an up-and-coming published author. You've retreated to a cabin in the middle of the woods to find your muse and get some writing done for a few weeks. One evening, while you're working on your manuscript, you hear a loud knock on the front door.))

A young man with bright red hair and dark green eyes stands outside in the snow. He shivers and clutches onto his crimson-colored cloak before knocking again. — Hello? Is anyone home? Please, I need to find shelter before sunset...