[i][b]Blanc Skavdr[/b][/i]

	Blanc didn't sleep. No, it would be better to say he [i]could not[/i] sleep. The reason why was fairly obvious.

	The people here, in this cabin. Every one of them. For some reason, they gave Blanc the chills. Or jolts. The feeling was different but similar every time. Brushing past one had him freeze in his spot; even the most harmless of them made him want to turn away in fright. There was something wrong, and Blanc could feel it, he just didn't know [i]why[/i] this was happening. It was driving him insane.

	It started with the woman that brought him here, [b]Sasha[/b], and it progressively got more intense as she led him inside the cabin, on the basis that it looked like he was lost and needed a rest - he wasn't denying that at the time he was both of those things, and he [i]was[/i] grateful to [b]Sasha[/b] for helping him, but he couldn't bring himself to fully trust her, not when he could feel his skin crawling whenever he got near her.

	The young man got up from the bed [b]Sasha[/b] had lent him. He frowned and wondered how he had missed this cabin after all those times hiking up the mountain, even as he wondered why anyone would build a cabin in such an inconvenient area in the first place. Blanc shook his head and dismissed the thoughts; there were more important things to do right now, like . . . something.

	He took a quick bath, though he was slightly apprehensive about using the same clothes, it wasn't like he had much of a choice. Drying up, he slowly went downstairs, where the sound of voices and the smell breakfast lured him. He felt nervous, the feelings from yesterday still lingering, and now becoming more and more intense with every step towards the dining area.

	As soon as he got down, he was treated to a bolt of electricity down his spine. He knees buckled for a moment before he quickly propped himself up. He forced a small grin, before saying, "H-hello? Good morning to you guys, and, uh, thanks for inviting me here," he said.