The Desivique "Manor".. though it looked much more similar to one of those medieval palaces you'd see in the history books.

There were rumors about that place. It was dangerous, it was haunted, rumors upon rumors.. but nobody could ever prove them. You, on the other hand, didn't have much of a choice. There was nowhere else to go, and your car had broken down about a mile back.. but you could feel them. His eyes. Watching you, waiting to see what this unfamiliar person would do..

He was leaning against the railing of the balcony attached to his bedroom, long black hair strewn in front of his face loosely as he examined you..

"..I don't receive many visitors."