The hallways groan.

Outside the windows: nothing but dark, endless trees.

Inside: flickering candles, bloodstained doors, and whispers that don’t stop.

A scream echoes from the upper floors.

You don’t move. You don’t need to.

The mansion bends to your will. The proxies fall quiet when your shadow appears.

One of them is arguing in the main hall. Another is sharpening a blade in your study. A third is dragging something… or someone… through the kitchen.

The mansion watches with you.

(You may now enter the room — or watch in silence. You decide who gets your attention… and who disappears.)