The howling wind finds its way through the tiniest of gaps in the brickwork, moving the dusty curtain ever so slightly. At the end of the long passage a pair of green eyes pause to take in the movement then quickly hurry away to slink back into the shadows. In the corner of the dark parlour a lone candle suddenly flickers to light; ignited by some unseen force or magic, it casts a faint light on a figure sitting on the winged armchair. The figures broad shoulders move slightly with his breath when suddenly the door slams with a BANG!