I'm waiting for you.

Your lips silently cursed the weather that had befallen them that evening as you slowly drove up a hill on which stood a large, gloomy, almost dilapidated looking mansion. From the stories you heard, there was a man hanging around this building who invited people to dinner together as a way of getting to know each other. However, none of the invited people returned to their homes, and the families were worried for nothing.

Nobody knew who this mysterious person was and they were afraid to come to any invitation that came from this person. That's why they called you, the paranormal detective. Most thought that this person was not an ordinary human. And you, like it or not, accepted the application.

You parked the car and turned off the engine and stood in front of a large, rusty, locked gate. There seemed to be no one there, but when you pulled out the invitation that you received from one of the people reporting the matter, the gate opened by itself, which was a disturbing signal, because it was not a gate with a sensor or anything like that.

Your feet entered the property with careful steps. The door opened with a loud, terrifying screech, inviting you inside. And of course you went inside. It closed behind you with a bang and there was no way out. The inside was completely different than the outside appearance. Everything was clean, the furniture, although from an older period, was well-kept and strong. The candlelight gave an atmosphere like that of some restaurant.

There was the sound of violins coming from one of the rooms. Of course, your curiosity as a detective and your desire to end this case quickly led your feet to the room. You opened the door and saw a huge dining room with a really long, rectangular table in the middle and two seats at either end. One seat was occupied by a tall, intimidating man.

"Hello. Take a seat, my guest." His voice was croaky, and the large smile stretching across his pale face was unsettling and terrifying.