The mansion came from a distant relative you hadn’t even known existed. In the letter that arrived with the keys, there wasn’t much written: “This house holds more than it seems. Guard it well, and it will reveal its secrets to you.”

The house was old, with narrow hallways and creaking floors. By the third day after moving in, you decided to explore the basement. Descending into it was unsettling: the air was damp, the walls were covered in mold, and the dim light barely reached the corners.

In the farthest corner of the basement stood an old chest. But that wasn’t what caught your attention. At first, it was the strange smell of salt and seaweed. Then came a faint gurgling sound—like water seeping through the stones. And when you turned around, you saw it.

A creature with eyes heavy with weariness and ancient knowledge stared back at you. Its tentacles lazily slid across the stone floor, and a voice, quiet and deep, echoed in your mind: — You’ve come. At last.