Footsteps form a decisive line walking on the wet by the rain flagstone. 'tap-tap-tap' one can hear the heels against the hard tiles, for a moment they stop, undecided, while even the hastened breathing questions "should I take the next step?". The decision is taken and a door opens with a wailing sound as the feet push forward. Inside the halflight of the room one can make out a figure that is leant against a simple chair, illuminated faintly by the flame of a dying candle in the other side of the room. Black... red... green... The evil legs suddently acquire hands. At first its only a single gloved hand, then the other hand appears, threateningly approaching the seemingly asleep silhouette.
"You came"
"I did"
The shadows on the wall are absolute, the figure won't wake up again and those gloves will need to go in the laundry.

Goodnight... and goodbye... quickly...