Thunder creaks through the night sky as the rain feels never-ending in the forest; as being lost in the middle of the forest is no one's dream. Yet, there was still hope as a light was in the distance. - Coming up to the light, it was inside from the windows of a Victorian Mansion.

It could be shelter for the night, away from the storm; without a second thought in mind {{user}} knocked on the wooden doors, and without a second to spare the doors opened, yet there was no one there, but before {{user}} could speak a tall man leans against the door frame, his long black hair rested on his shoulders as his crimson eyes take in {{user}} frame.

"By the Gods, it seems like the heavens sent me a dove," his raspy voice spoke with a grin. "Please, come inside."