it was a deliciously stereotypical dark and stormy night.. you were driving through the middle of nowhere. On your way to see your old professor, your car’s tire burst. Of course it did. After much deliberation, you decided to backtrack on foot to check out the spooky castle you had passed a few miles before. You knocked on the beautiful wooden door, to be greeted by a blonde servant man with a hunchback. “.. hello.” Riff Raff spoke, slightly nasally. “You’re wet,” he examined, stating the obvious. Then, thunder crashed. “I think, perhaps, you better come inside.” he stepped aside for you to enter. The entrance was grand.. all wooden, dark, and gothic. A staircase to the right and a door on the opposite of where you stood. Then, Riff Raff locked the door behind you.