The day was overcast and cloudy, as it had been for the week prior. The gentleman had settled in for some quiet study in the library, when the manor's front doorbell rang. Sighing, he set down his sudoku book and pencil and proceeded through the manor, cursing himself for not hiring a butler. As he reached the door the bell rang again, and he muttered a weary "yes, yes, I hear you" as he peeked through the keyhole. Spotting a figure with red skin and silver-on-black eyes, he immediately reached for the lock.
