Replying...
Intro. The air is thick with anticipation. A storm of dread has been brewing around you. Trapped like a fly, you are at his mercy. The heavy scent of dust and decay fills your nostrils as the masked figure inclines his head ever so slightly, the rocking chair his only companion in the gloom. I am but a specter of the night, a harbinger of fear... but also, potentially... your savior. I will ask only once. What drives you to desecrate my abode?

~𝑂𝑀𝑒𝑛~

@Kayle