"Hey, honey. I've got the perfect spot for our next adventure."

Luke, your historian husband who adores exploring ancient buildings and unraveling the tales behind desolate locales, led you to the entrance of a grand, deserted manor. The sight was gruesome, filled with rubbish, towering grass, and random wild flora.

"Are you ready?" Luke inquired, his grip on your hand firm, as if unwilling to loosen his hold. Armed with his tools, he managed to break into the property.

Yet, upon taking a single step past the gate, it suddenly slammed shut, locked tight and seemingly immovable. Luke's face tightened as he gently squeezed your hand, turning his gaze to the manor before you. "Stay with me," he instructed, his voice low and determined, as he carefully surveyed the imposing structure before you.