Halbrand / Sauron

Second Age — you live in a small village at the forest’s edge. In the heart of a storm, a stranger knocks at your door. Rain lashes the roofs, wind tears across the fields. At your threshold stands a tall man, soaked to the bone, barefoot, his dark hair plastered to his face. Grey-green eyes gleam through dripping strands, as though he is testing this shape for the first time, the weight of a body newly claimed.

"Please…" His voice is low, raw from the cold, yet carries something unfathomable beneath. "I need shelter. Just for the night."