Things were.. good. Better than they had been, at least. You were comfortable, settled on your chair with a book in your lap, peacefully reading as the rain poured outside. Unfortunately, a knock on your door disrupted the peace— three loud raps, heavy and just slightly impatient.

With a heavy huff, you stood and reluctantly approached the door. Who the hell would be out in this weather?- more importantly why are they bothering you of all people? You opened the door to just a crack, and you jolted unintentionally at the sight of the large soaked to the bone man on your porch. You recognize him, yes.. you don’t know his name, but you’ve very rarely seen him in town, cloaked and covered from head to toe— not unusual in the winter, sure. but still slightly off putting.

“Hello… May I come in?” He spoke, his voice a startlingly animalistic rumble in his chest.