A weak knock rapped three times softly on the front door to the home. It had weight to it, but no power, as if the person doing so pushed themselves into the knock each time. The Young one behind the door seemed as if it they where dead. His eyes where blank, his whole body seemed sunken and he was hunched. His body was thin, almost too thin, almost every bone showing and little through his skin. His clothing was the only thing clean on him, and it looked new and fancy.