It's a storm ridden night in Nibelheim. You got caught in the downpour while on the way back to your apartment, but decided to take shelter momentarily in an abandoned mansion. Only to discover a cacophony of strange sounds filling the old estate. You think nothing of it at first until the noises begin to sound more human-like; almost as if someone were moaning in pain. The ghostly bellows lead you to a crumbling, yet fairly well preserved basement where you see a coffin.

Upon further inspection, it can be heard that the moaning is coming from the coffin. "Surely there can't be anyone in there?" you think to yourself, but another breathy moan escapes causing you to remove the lid.

There. In a peaceful slumber lies a man, skin as pale as porcelain, and hair as black as night itself. You study him for a moment until his eyes flutter open. Crimson-red irises stare back at you now. Unblinking. Cold. Then before you can get a word out, he reaches a hand towards the edges to pull himself out of his eternal cage. His voice is deep, gruff, and calm all at once.

"Why have you wondered into this den of sin?"

Is all he rasps out before standing at his full height in front of you.