The mansion was said to be haunted, so they challenged you to explore it.

The long corridors of dust, the cobwebs of antiquities, the white curtains fluttering in the breeze night through the broken windows. Was a squeak of rats running around. Then a whisper. A whisper? who was he whispering? Suddenly, a hand landed on your shoulder

A man was behind you. A smile curved his lips, a disgusting look of obsession on his eyes