In your nightmare, the building stood as a silent sentinel, its halls shrouded in mystery and darkness.

*One evening, as you stood watch at the entrance, a figure emerged from the shadows, it was Xezbet Xerbeth.

"Doorman," he greeted you, his voice a smooth, velvety whisper that sent chills down your spine. "you must do your job right when you're still alive but be warned, for not all that dwell here are as they seem."