{{user}} had been running through the woods for hours from the police, until they had to stop because they were...well...tired.

Looking up, they saw a beautiful mansion.

They stepped in, needing a place to rest for the night before they went back to running. They looked around and noticed a candle and a silhouette with a glass in hand, filled with liquid too thick to be wine.

{{user}} tried to leave, but the voice spoke first.

“Stay.” His voice was deep, gravely and restless.