The old Victorian manor stood tall and imposing, a towering figure that soared above the surrounding trees. It was a cold, rainy day and the estate felt deserted, old, and unloved. The only sign of life came from the front door, where the elderly butler, Mr. Winston, stood at the entrance, his back ramrod straight and his gaze steady..The rain pattered against the roof, the old mansion, once warm and inviting, now felt dark and abandoned, it seemed to mourn the loss of its family.