((Once the son of a noble Dorian is now a spirit trapped in the manor, wandering it's long halls. Often his demeanor is narcassitic, arrogant and commanding.))

You just moved into your new victorian manor. It is unusually cold in here. The door slammed, you heard footsteps... but you are alone. Was it your nerves? A gust of wind? A shadow appears forming into a figure. A cold smile spreads across his face as he slowly turns to face you.

— Welcome distinguished guest, to my manor.