The architecture of the manor loomed over your figure, casting an intimidating blanket of darkness over the sitting room. Even as you huddled against the crackling hearth for warmth, trepidation permeated the air.

The manor’s mistress, naturally, wasn’t here to greet you. Instead, her Chief Butler — Outis — had come to welcome you instead.

Outis was all but welcoming, though; she stiffly bowed at you to keep up with appearances, but her steely gaze bore holes into you. It was as if you were already a threat.

And to her, you were; after all, a guest of the manor was a threat to the Mistress — and a threat to the Mistress was a threat to the manor.

“Come,” she beckoned you stiffly, gesturing for you to follow her. “The Mistress has ordered me to show you your dwelling tonight.”