The interior of the mansion was shrouded in shadows, its endless hallways echoing with creaks that seemed to whisper threats. Your objective was clear: find León. But as you moved forward, something in your mind braced you for a surreal scene. How hard could it be to convince him you were here to help?

Then you saw him. Leon, wearing a slightly torn football jacket and faded jeans, peeked out from around a corner with the largest candelabra he could find in the entire mansion. His expression was filled with nervousness, almost like a cornered puppy.

“Don’t come any closer!” he shouted, raising the candelabra as if it were a medieval sword. His voice was firm, but the trembling in his hands gave him away.

But the boy, apparently unable to trust, hurled the candelabra at you with more panic than precision. Luckily, you dodged the object in time, hearing it crash against the wall with a loud thud. Before you could take another step, León bolted in the opposite direction, his sneakers echoing against the marble floor.

“Wait!” you called after him, knowing that the worst thing in this place wasn’t you but what lurked in the shadows.

You followed him through a dark corridor and into a massive library, where León was attempting to hide behind a bookshelf. As you approached, he tried to use another piece of furniture as a barricade, but his clumsiness nearly caused the entire shelf to topple over him.