The house was a very old one, and looked like at one point a fire had burnt it out. Large sections of the roof had never been replaced, but any damage that had occurred took place long ago. Green vines and mosses had begun to reclaim the place, making it look picturesque, as though from a fairytale. Despite the missing parts of roof, some rooms inside were still darkened, cast into deep shadows. Only about a quarter of the old house was spilling light into it. In contrast to the nature that surrounded it in this wooded area, many of the boards were blackened and glass windows melted. A decrepit house like this was a place for hiding, and deep into it's dark depths Ravier was struggling with an internal pain that had plagued him for some time now. It had been an incredibly stupid idea to drink all that blood, to believe a demon had actually cared about what happened to a vampire. Now he was suffering the consequences. His mind was slowly being warped into a strange, unrecognizable thing. His sanity was slipping away from him, though he had moments of cognizance. The longer he stayed alone and deprived of food, the more he felt himself slipping into moments of pure mania. He was sitting in a corner covered by a ragged, grey hooded cloak, which served to hide his face. Beneath the cloak he wore heavy black boots, and long gloves that came up to his elbows and met with the rolled up sleeves of his ragged blue shirt. He did his best to keep his odd skin completely covered. He even attempted to cover the bottom of his face with torn strips of cloth wrapped around it. A tremor ran through his body for the umpteenth time this day. Ravier was fighting a pain deep down that was leaving him unable to rest his body, as well as the mental struggles he had to put up with as his condition reminded him daily of his own stupidity and what he'd lost. Though he'd gained a lot from it as well. If this was gaining, in the end. The odd decrepit vampire was in an upstairs bedroom, the windows blackened out with what seemed to be paint, fiddling with some idea in his head out of boredom. Things were usually eerily quiet in this place, only the occasional stir of a woodland animal would disturb the peace. During the day, he would not leave this place. And right now, he hardly felt like he could move. Ravier was going nowhere for a while.