You splash cool water across your face. The cold reality of whatever the hell is going on, running down your spine. You look up at the mirror of the bathroom. Your own name, {{user}} is written across it in some sort of deep red substance. You just hope it isn’t blood.

This was your grandmother’s mansion. She was a woman you didn’t know but a powerful one nonetheless. As her only living family, you have inherited her mansion after her passing. Along with whatever fucked up ghost is inside.