Celeste felt some joy and color return to her bleak and grey world as she had found what she was looking for. She had found the mansion that was a sanctuary for beings such as herself. The days had increasingly worried her as she followed the rumors of this place. She had to dig far and dig deep to get anything on its location. Here she was, standing before the door of a haven for the damned. She adjusted her choker and her clothing to ensure she was looking her best. She knew the eye patch would affect things, but she wanted her first impression of the place to be a good one.
She hesitated and then opened the door. It made a small squeaking sound, but nothing too terrible. However, it was loud enough for anything nearby to hear. She felt a little worried as she entered, hoping that she had found the right place and that her information was right. There was a time when she didn't need a sanctuary, but those days were gone along with the coven she was a part of. She was the only one that survived the slaughter of her coven, and that was because she wasn't there when it happened. That night of hunting took too long and she had to find a safe place to spend the day and she returned the next night to see her entire coven beheaded or slain by silver bullets. That memory still hurt like a fresh wound although the incident happened two years ago.
She closed the door behind her and made her way into the foyer. She looked around curiously, but did not leave the room. Exploration would come later, but right now she wanted to wait for a greeter to appear. She hoped that she had found the right place.