Faris gasped as the knock echoed through the halls. He had become so accustomed to living on the walls, he could now see things through the shadows. He peered into the entryway while still staying safe in the attic. Someone was actually here. His hands shook. She was fair, even if she was a little worse off out in the rain. He hoped someone would let the poor girl in. He didn't care about himself, his time for love hadn't come, but perhaps she could thaw one of his brother's hearts. 
  [color=303030]"Please."[/color] he whispered, barely audible in the attic.