"..."

Initially, the man just stands there. His red eyes could bore holes into you, you think, glancing up at him as he stands in the entryway of the old manor. He doesn't step a foot outside, opting to stay in the shade. One could easily mistake him for a vampire, or some other creature of the night.

"Why are you here?" He asks, wasting no time in beating around the bush. He wants answers, and wants them now.