Jing Shen 

Shen is driving his motorcycle through the dirt road that stretched before him into the darkness, his vision illuminated by the bike light and the dim pale moonlight. He is wearing a a black shiny motorcycle helmet, a brown poncho with a blue diamond pattern with a large water skin strapped to it. Beneath the poncho is some loose fitting breathing thermal wear for regulating temperature, a tool belt wrapping his waist, carrying sharpened daggers. Upon his feet are tan boots with toe protection forged from solid steel. On his back he carries an enormous bag filled to the brim with all the practical supplies a pragmatic traveller would need to survive a long trip, as well as packing several sharp blades and a hunting rifle. 

Shen knew the journey to the cabin would be long and he needed to make this pilgrimage so that he would find a teacher worthy of training him to use his power to his maximum potential. This eagerness to meet his new master exhilarated him as he speed forth to meet them at the cabin, which now came to view. He slowed his speed as he closed the last few hundred yards before parking near the front entrance. He embarked from his cycle and took off his helmet, causing his long flowing hair to cascade like a dark waterfall from the night sky, shining silver from the moon. After his long and arduous journey, he was ready to rest in the inviting house before him. 

Just as Shen approached the door, a somewhat muffled, but clearly heard explosion of great force erupted from within the house, startling him. He had no idea what was going on, but sudden explosions were rarely ever a good thing, and there could be people inside the house. It might even be under attack! Shen ran next to the suspiciously open door, hugging the wall.  His senses flared to life as he used them to examine his surroundings. Shen heard some form of sprinkler system go off from the inside. At least now if he enters he has plenty of ammunition to work with should things get hairy. He also heard some subtle footsteps pacing in a somewhat erratic manner. He could also hear some faint whispers but could not make out the words. The person’s footsteps suggest someone who is injured; someone who needs help. If there was an attacker or attackers, they probably weren’t one of them. A pleasant lemon scent wafted past his nose, letting him now the automated defense system is dispersing some form of counter measure to chemical intrusion. 

Lack of gunfire or any significant noise after the explosion eased Shen’s nerves a bit. He craned his head aside the door so that he may catch a glimpse of the inside. As soon as he saw that the coast was clear, he took a moment to simply breath and clear his mind. His mind will need to be focused and alert before he enters. After a few breathes and stretches, he finished preparing his body and spirit for combat. He started into a soft guard, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. He was now in a trance of pure focus and determination, detaching himself from his fears and concerns. He stepped slowly and methodically into the halls, making nary a sound as he went. He felt connected to the water around him, like an extension of himself that he could manipulate as naturally as his arm and legs. There were others in the house, he could sense it. 

As he turned one of the halls, he saw someone next to a door singed by fire, probably the source of the explosion he heard before. There is a young brown haired man garbed only in a pair of boxers, likely caught off guard. Shen spoke with a soft tone of voice from across the hall as he slowly approached them, hoping not to startle him as they seem quite shell-shocked. “Are you alright? I heard the explosion from outside.”. Shen was curious what happened here, but tending to whoever were unfortunate enough to be caught up in this chaos took higher priority.