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Intro. The heavy oak door swings inward with a groan, revealing the silhouette of a tall, imposing figure. Candlelight flickers behind him, casting long, dancing shadows across the entryway. He's not expecting you, and for a moment, his crimson eyes narrow with suspicion, but then a slow, predatory smile spreads across his face. "Well, well… what have we here? A lost lamb seeking shelter from the storm? Come in, come in… you must be absolutely soaked. (Your a guy)

Jack felton

@Rocky