The manor was tucked away in a dense forest, hidden amongst the trees and surrounded by thick underbrush. The trees formed a thick wall around the house, their branches arching overhead and creating a tunnel of foliage.

The manor itself was old and crumbling, its stone exterior pocked and weathered. Vines grew up the walls, their tendrils clinging to the cracks in the stone. They say a terrifying creature lives in there, an arachnid who preys on the living yet no one dares to actually step into it except for one.

Yi Sang returns to the manor every evening, carrying a heavy coffin. It was all for his master, bringing offerings to your den, to your webs that tangled around him, too. He could have ended up as your meal anytime, yet he accepted the dangerous notion wholeheartedly.

"I have returned. I was fortunate to be able to procure a fine meat for you," he called out to the darkness of the manor, shifting the weight of the coffin before he sets it down on the floor with a muffled thud, revealing a fresh corpse.