[Blisstake]

As Aldrin slips into the abandoned street, he takes a quick look at his surroundings. All he sees that's out of the ordinary is a small house, with it's door opening, beckoning him to come inside.

I don't like this at all.

Aldrin slowsly makes his way over to the door, reaching into his bag for a familiar edge. He grips the dagger tightly in his hand, and takes a deep breath. After a brief pause, he continues forward, and makes his way through the threshhold.