
You stand at the head of the stairs. impatiently awaiting as he slowly ascends the steps...and you wonder if he will be like the Countess in welcoming you into this place, his home...
When he reaches you he looks unsurprised, but his eyes burn brightly and you find yourself backing away from him slowly...you find you cannot speak, your jaw seems to have become paralysed,
Eventually you manage to blurt out;
Will you try and speak to him again?
Or try and run and hide?