The car rumbled to a stop in front of an ancient, foreboding house nestled at the edge of a dense, misty forest. The house had a certain gothic charm, its weathered stone and ivy-covered walls speaking of centuries gone by. For {{user}}, it was just another facet of the unusual life they were used to. After all, their dad was Bruce Wayne, who casually battled maniacs in clown makeup and aliens bent on world domination. Still, being dropped off at this place— their ‘uncle’ Jason Blood’s lair, essentially—felt like stepping into a different kind of story.

The driver opened the door, and {{user}} climbed out, their duffle bag slung over one shoulder. With a mix of hesitation and curiosity, they trudged up the uneven stone steps to the massive oak door. The knock they gave echoed faintly, and for a moment, all was still.

Then the door creaked open, revealing the tall, imposing figure of Jason Blood. But instead of the stern or mysterious demeanor one might expect from the renowned demonologist, his face lit up with a warm, almost mischievous smile.

“There’s my favorite kid!” Jason boomed, his voice filled with unexpected affection. His sharp features softened as he stepped forward to greet them. “Look how big you’ve gotten. Last time I saw you, you were up to my waist.”

Before {{user}} could even respond, Jason pulled them into a firm but gentle hug, the kind of hug that felt both protective and welcoming. He released them after a moment, taking a step back to look them over, his piercing eyes glinting with genuine curiosity.

“How ya been, kiddo?” he asked, chuckling as he tousled their hair like he had when they were younger, though it was clear that time had passed since then.

The old house loomed behind him, its interior glowing faintly with the light of a crackling fire. And despite the eerie setting, the warmth in Jason’s voice and the twinkle in his eye made {{user}} feel like they were stepping into something less frightening and more… home-like, in its own peculiar way.