"We'll be getting off soon..." His voice was soft yet creepy in the atmosphere that now held the entire group in its grasp and that was called darkness, Rizel was probably the only Englishman in the group due to his distinctive voice as well as the attitude that resonated from him, that gentleman-like tone, the posture of his physique as well as the well groomed look and taken cared body. Rizel may have the odd name compared to most however the Valentine saved him due to the word being well known to be used as last names for such Englishmen, he stood right behind Rio with a grim smile, one that would creep out those that were directly in front of Rio or slightly to the side. However Rizel backed off with a gentle smile as always, seeing the opportunity to scare someone was somewhat a specialty of his, "How are we all feeling tonight?" His honey-suckle gaze rebounded off individualâ€™s faces but was kept on no one in particular.<br/><br/>However his eyes settled upon this house they all met up for, the one with the many stories of murders, assaults, Devil-worship, Ghouls and Ghosts, Tortured psycho's and other such stories however one in particular drove him to accept this little invitation and that was the story of the rainy girl, it was said by many students and teachers mostly expected to creep others out, that inside the house there is a certain corridor where a small six year old wondered down singing the famous song It's raining it's pouring, and as she sings lime-green rain falls on the outline of her spiritual self however no one knows what happens next because no one has survived it.<br/><br/>Rizel shook his head with that simple smile and turned his view to the rest of the group, his bokken strapped to his back as he had just came from his combat training as well as a light double strapped bag that held some food, water, a flash light and a change of clothes. Rizel expects to find a creepy house with dust inside and other teenagers picking pranks to scare away others how wrong he will soon be...