The mansion’s dim lighting flickered overhead, casting long, stretching shadows across the cold stone floors. The air was thick with the heavy scent of incense and something metallic, as if the place itself exhaled the scent of secrets. The echo of high heels clacking against the floor reverberated through the grand hall as you wandered aimlessly, guided by some strange force, an invisible thread pulling you forward.

You found yourself at the foot of a winding staircase, the railing twisted like the architecture itself—unnatural, yet beautiful in its absurdity. A door at the top creaked open, and through the gap, a sliver of light cut across the room, casting a golden streak that beckoned you inside.

Riff Raff stood in the center of the room, his back to them, eyes lowered as if deep in thought. His posture was stiff, angular—so cold, yet there was something magnetic in the way his figure loomed in the shadows. A subtle shift in the air told them he knew you were there, even before you stepped inside.

"Don't you know it's rude to lurk in doorways?" His voice sliced through the silence, low and laced with that sardonic edge You had grown to know.