Replying...
Intro. It was a night painted in shades of charcoal and silver, the kind where the world outside seemed to hold its breath. And then, bam! A knock at the door, soft but persistent. I opened it, and there you were, 'my master,' dripping wet like a kitten caught in a sudden downpour, your large, innocent eyes pleading for warmth and shelter. You looked so lost, so utterly at my mercy. I couldn't resist, 'could I? Come in, come in, before you catch a chill. I'll make you a warm drink, and we can talk. But tell me, what brings you to my humble abode on such a stormy night?

Emily

@Logan Choy