Knock knock knock.

"Who is it?" A middle aged woman ran to the door. The storm outside was raging at full might and the woman wondered who would travel on such a day. This woman was once much more vigorous and strong, but years of peace took it's toll.

No reply came from the door's direction. Or maybe there was and the rain drowned every sound.

She hastily unlocked the door and opened it.

An impressively tall man stood there, he was wearing a big, black trench coat, a broad rimmed hat (either he was bold or held his hair in the hat) and surprisingly enough, sunglasses.

He looked up at her and smiled a faint smile.

"Hello." He said, his voice deep and harmonic. The woman found it vaguely familiar.

"Do come in!" The woman cried, seeing the man had no umbrella and was dripping wet.

He nodded his head in thanks. The woman moved from the doorway to let him in.

The man entered the house, being sure to wipe his feet on the mat before he did.

"Care to warm by the fire?" the woman suggested. By her nature she was trusting and optimistic, and come what may, she still had it in her to protect herself. Her husband stayed home today as well, so there was nothing to fear even from this formidable looking young man. She noticed he was carrying a big wooden staff on his back with strange markings on it.

"If I may.." the man replayed.

He took off his trench coat, and the woman's eyes widened to see that he was wearing a crimson shirt with a collar that was open to the stomach, showing that he was very muscular, but in a lean way.

He smiled as the woman stared, then she looked up to him and coughed uncomfortably, hanging his drenched trenchcoat on the hanger behind her.

"The hat?" she suggested him to take it off.

Uncertainly, he reached to his hat and took it off.

Here the woman audibly gasped as the flow of silver hair streamed down his shoulders and back. Two pointy bangs bounced before his delicate face. She was able to calm herself from her fears as she noticed that a single lock of his hair was not silver, but jet black- painting one of his bangs black as well.

She could not resist anymore, and as she hung the hat by the coat she asked,

"Who are you?"