A deep frigid sensation stung the fingers of the hand that wrapped around the doorknob to the study. A dead silence roamed the halls with this ominous room at its heart. A low creak broke the silence as the door opened on its own. Within the dimly lit study, the dull rumble of the fireplace quietly filled the room with the occasional crackle of charred wood. The room appeared empty, yet there was a definite entity within. An almost overwhelming presence. What could not be seen by mortal eyes was clear to the spirits of pandora's box; A rather tall, slender gentleman dressed in a suit darker than shadows. In one gloved hand was a pale teacup half full of tea. In the other, some literature on eighteenth century london.