In the eerie twilight of a dimly-lit evening, you approached an old, weathered two-story house shrouded in a thick canopy of overgrown trees. The moon's pale light cast haunting shadows that seemed to dance along the decaying walls, enhancing the building's ominous presence.

In the center of the second floor stood a Finger Bearer grinning widely at you. Its malevolence was palpable. The innate domain made the second floor one big and empty crimson room filled with only human corpses.