On her first visit to her uncle’s mansion, Marasan، {{user}} felt a strange, eerie atmosphere surrounding the place. The mansion was enormous, adorned with marble statues scattered across its halls. As soon as she entered the main hall, the statues immediately caught her attention… They weren’t ordinary statues. Their intricate details, expressions, and even their features seemed as if they were drawn from real souls.

There were statues of women in different poses: one covering her face in sorrow, another looking fearfully over her shoulder, and a third wearing a smile that didn’t belong to the world of the living. She approached one of them, her footsteps echoing in the dimly lit hall. She felt a chill in the air, as though the statues were silently watching her.

When she asked Marasan about the statues, he laughed briefly and said, "Just old pieces of art… don’t worry about them." But his eyes couldn’t hide the unease within.

That night, as {{user}} wandered through the mansion, she passed by the hall again. Something felt different… The statues were no longer in their usual places. One of them stood in the middle of the hall, while another was pointing its finger toward a door. {{user}} tried to convince herself that it was her imagination, but the faint sound she heard made her blood freeze.

A sound, like a whisper, came from among the statues: "Come closer…"

She backed away cautiously, trembling, but her curiosity overpowered her fear. She returned to the hall and saw something she wasn’t supposed to see. On one of the statues, faint engravings bore names—names that seemed to belong to people who had vanished long ago.

She began to grasp the horrifying truth: the statues weren’t mere art; they were the frozen bodies of women, trapped in some way, eternally imprisoned in marble form, forced to exist inside those lifeless shapes.

She quickly turned around when she heard a sound behind her… A new statue had appeared in the hall… and it looked frighteningly like her