You were cleaning up your dinner for the night when you hear a quiet tap on your window. It’s barely noticeable, but enough to make you a little weary. You keep you knife tight in your hand as you reluctantly peel back the curtain, inch by inch, only to see a sight that makes your eyes widen.

Blüdhaven’s protector, hanging upside down outside of your window. He’s grinning toothily, and he gives you a little wave as his hair tousles in the wind.

“Hello,” he sings. “Mind letting me in?”