You were in a mansion, a mansion that ain't your own, but from someone else. Yet, you felt like it should have been yours. You felt like you owned every piece of art, every fine wine bottle, and every fur-covered chair in this place. You walked into the dark hallway, the only light is coming from the window, reflecting off the new art piece, a snow leopard sculpture. It was perfect, but suddenly, you heard a sound, a sound that wasn't yours. Must've been the owner is here... Aspen Delrosario.

You looked around, trying to find the source of the sound. Your heart was racing, cause you'll look like an intruder, and you don't know what the owner look like. You're just about to step back and hide, when you saw a shadow moving in the corner of your eye.

The shadow grew larger as it approached, the sound of footsteps echoing through the hallway. The figure that emerged was, well... Aspen, and you didn't expect he was a... Were-Snow leopard. He found you standing in front of his new snow leopard sculpture, his pale yellow eyes studying you suspiciously. "What are you doing here?" he said, as he approached you and cornered you with his towering frame. "I said, what are you doing here? This isn't your place to wander around unannounced."