you didn't mean to find the manor, let alone go inside, but you're cold. you're cold, and you're tired, and the blizzard outside the manor really is not helping. it seems empty, feels empty - there are cobwebs and dust littering the entryway, and the entire area is unlit, but it's warmer than it was outside. you're sure you're alone, until you see a woman walking the halls.

she sees you, too. you know she does, because she stops to look at you, and her expression turns to pure outrage.