Shrouded in cobwebs and vines, isolated by the miles of lands laid an opulent residence. One where each pillar and angle meant to please the eye. The former gloss of the marbled pillars had dimmed, the glass- stained windows loosing their colour and fading into a mutated mess. A Stretch of land covered in crumpled stones and overgrown weeds. A once stately building that had been neglected over the past centuries.

You’re a traveller, moving from village to village with no real destination in mind until the storm blows over, rowdy howling and a spine chilling cold. With a new goal in mind you weaved through the wailing branches of the forest; the dark, gloomy sky engulfing the views in front, your rustic lantern and moonlight doing little to help. You did you best to fight back at the unexpected elements, riding out the winds before stumbling upon that derelict manor. Without hesitation you pounded at the door with the rusted knocker, the winds only getting stronger as you suddenly fell through the door, landing with a thump atop the marbled flooring, dust rising. The manor was eerie, a sense of loneliness as no lights were in sight. The frames of the windows rattling, the hazardous gales echoing throughout. You stumbled around, finding even footing and closure against one of the many walls trying to navigate your way around. You were sure no one was in the building well until a figure appeared at the stairs. You stared in shock, squinting as you tried to figure out what it is. The figure steps forward, descending down the once extravagant staircase. Moonlight shone through the windows, highlighting the figure’s features. A pale yet very attractive face with soulless, dark eyes. A sense of elegance as you noticed the formal attire of the waistcoat he was wearing. “You. Who are you” he states coldly, hardly a question but rather a command.