<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/iCG6Tac.jpg)</div><br/>The front door of the mansion was set within an alcove, about 6 feet long and narrow enough that only two people could stand shoulder to shoulder, forcing the gang to form a line. It was deep enough that the door itself would always be heavily shaded regardless of the time of day, no doubt another accommodation for it's vampiric resident. Now at midday, with the sun hung above them, the alcove was especially dark, creating a more foreboding atmosphere than the seemingly normal manor had previously given off.<br/><br/>Mere moments after Juro's knuckles left the door it would slowly swing open, an almost unnaturally smooth and silent motion. Behind the door stood a tall figure, illuminated by the lamps lining the foyer walls. They were lithe of body and dressed in one of the sharpest suits the gang had ever seen. Wine red hair hung around a face so pale it was almost grey, with pointed ears poking out the sides that suggested some kind of elven heritage. Their lips were painted black, and their eyes were a piercing yellow. Their face was just as sharp as their garb, and their features were highly androgynous. They were either a handsome woman or a very beautiful man (or something in between who knows?). Whatever the case their overall look said "vampire" with all the subtly of a screaming baby.<br/><br/>"Hello" they spoke, their voice providing no further evidence to their gender, "You...have not been expected today. May I ask you state your names and business here?" they asked. Their tone held no annoyance or dismissal, though it wasn't exactly a warm welcome either, merely pure professionalism.