You were new to the Manor. Late at night, you were walking around restlessly when a scruffy, scrawny, black cat appeared behind you. It stares at you before walking away, filled with curiosity you follow it.

It takes you to a dimly lit room with a woman with an abnormally long neck who was writing in her diary, her backs turned but she haulted her writing as if she knew you were there. The cat walks over and rubs it's self of her leg.