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</a><br/>Chad was normally a good dress and very neatly kept person, you know one of the types of person that allways looked perfinshelnal. However, since the attack on him, he hasn't gotten much sleep and when he did the lady from the woods haunted his dreams. Sometimes they were pleasant and other time just nightmares as his mind ran wild with it. And when awake he felt strange, like when someone has something very important to do and forgot about donning it or was very nervous about it. Combined together with lack of sleep and this unpleasant filling he was not his normal self, though composed he hasn't shaved in the 2 days time and eaten very little, even wore the same clothing for more than one day.<br/><br/>Hearing the knock on the door he walked over to the door and opened it." Yes, what is i......" He stopped speaking as he saw her face. His eyes would show that he was afraid of her,  and his heart would begin to race reviling he was afraid of her. It wasn't just cus of the nightmares he had, he sensed she was not all that she seemed. The cuts that littered her body was now gone after just 2 days and she seemed... Different somehow....  Then she spoke. Cold blunt and to the point, we need to talk... Chad could have slammed the door closed or run, but he never ran from danger before he was just not that type. Courage is not someone one that is not afraid, rather they are afraid and stand up to that fear... He stood there for a moment as if he was trying to decide what to do, then nodded. Waving his arm as to tell her to come in. " You have been haunting my dreams why? Who... What are you?" He in somewhat an angry/ aggressive voice demanded from her to answer his questions.<br/><br/>The fear he had was still there, and now that he wasn't surprised to see her there in real life or at least he that it was real he was not going to back down without a few answers. He was not one to back down quietly and let fear consume him. At this time he was just wearing a simple undershirt wight in color and some blue jeans.<br/><br/>In the house around him, he hades several pictures of him hanging on walls with him fighting in USA Meariean Core, a few trophies from martial arts both while he was young and even some more recent ones. as well pitchers of him hiking in woods fishing hunting and so on. There was also a light fire in the fireplace, several guns that hung above the fireplace on racks made of animal horns.