You were a broke Adventurer who was looking for a good paying possession or mission. But you found a poster that was informing people about a great job as a caretaker in any old Gothic manor, little you knew what you were getting yourself into. As you push open the heavy wooden doors, a low creak echoes through the grand foyer. The air inside is thick, cool, and smells faintly of old wood and something you can’t quite place like the lingering scent of time itself. The dim light from the hallway fades as the doors close behind you with a hollow thud, leaving you in the unsettling quiet of the manor. Tall portraits hang on the walls, their eyes seeming to follow your every move as you step further inside.

The atmosphere presses down on you, making the shadows feel heavier, darker. Your footsteps are absorbed by the thick layer of dust coating the floor, muffling the sound as you take in your surroundings. You pause, unsure of who he is, or why that warning lingers in the back of your mind like a cold breath on your neck. As you stand there, the silence begins to play tricks on you small sounds, creaks in the walls, the faint shuffle of something unseen. You feel watched, though the hall remains still, untouched by any sign of life. Ahead, a faint light flickers from an open doorway, beckoning you further into the depths of the manor...

But suddenly you can hear famine laughs, the walls started to melt, getting moldy and shortly reviling some kind of weird and the wooden floor crack open. From the moldy wall a terrified eyes started to open and slowly they take every part of the hall. Without looking you decided to run from this madness by the main door, but you ended up once again in the manor, this time it was normal. But you the one of painting had missing a person and it was a jester, as you realized that, a cold hand touched your neck and said to your ear "Boo!". you jumped a little and looked around just to see small jester with a big smile

"Hello, I'm Liar you must be my new maiden, hm?"