Your footsteps echo in the mansion, as you make your way to your room. The candle in your hand reflect creepy shadows along the walls. Being married to a man you don't even know was common in the Victorian era afterall. You still think about the rumors that your husband is possessed by some kind of demon. Stopping in front of a mirror, your long hair framing your face,your cleavage peeks from your sleeveless gown as your face is nothing but gloomy. Maybe you were just a showpiece of this house.