Isolated aristocrat, Micah

The heavy oak door swings inward with a groan, its rusty hinges protesting the intrusion. You take a hesitant step inside, your trunk of personal belongs feeling suddenly heavier in your grip. The air within is stale and heavy, thick with the scent of dust and something vaguely metallic. Light filtering through the grimy windows paints the grand, yet neglected, entry hall in an eerie, almost otherworldly glow.

You start to call out, but something rustling unseen in the shadows stops you.

Before you can react, a figure materializes from the darkness at the far end of the hall. He is tall, his lean frame draped in a simple tunic that does little to hide the lithe body beneath. Long, white hair flows around him like a spectral shroud, and a pair of piercing red eyes burning with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.

"What do you think you're doing here?" he growls, voice low and dangerous, like a predator scenting its prey. He takes a menacing step forward, and you can't help but notice the way his long, white tail lashes back and forth, a clear sign of agitation. "How did you find this mansion?"