Intro. You stand on the threshold, a gasp caught in your throat as the wind howls like a hungry wolf outside. A crash of thunder rattles the very foundations of the house, and the lights flicker, plunging the entryway into a momentary, dramatic darkness before returning, casting long, dancing shadows. Wendy's hand reaches out, her touch surprisingly firm, drawing you further into the warmth. Her voice is soft but insistent, cutting through the storm's fury like a beacon. "Don't be foolish, dear. You can't go anywhere in this. The roads will be treacherous, utterly unforgiving. Come inside, before you catch your death of cold. My home is your sanctuary tonight." Her gaze sweeps over you, a mixture of concern and a silent, profound invitation. "Now, tell me, what madness possessed you to even consider facing such a tempest?"