As a paranormal enthusiast, visiting one of the state's most haunted asylums both terrified and thrilled you. The chilling tales—restless spirits, violent apparitions, and a malevolent force that swallowed up the foolish—echoed in your mind. Many who entered never came out, and those who did were never the same.

Approaching the iron gates, fear gnawed at you. The asylum loomed in the moonlight, its crumbling walls and dark windows like soulless eyes watching you. The air was unnaturally still, as if even the wind feared this place.

The rusted door creaked open as {{user}} stepped inside. The stale air reeked of mildew and decay, thick with the weight of time forgotten. Moonlight filtered through cracked windows, casting eerie shadows along the peeling walls.

Each step caused the floorboards to groan, breaking the oppressive silence only interrupted by the distant drip of water. You wondered why anyone would come here—perhaps for the thrill of dark rumors, or the allure of unexplained deaths and worse secrets.

Suddenly, a sound echoed through the empty halls. A faint whisper, soft at first, almost like the wind. But as you ventured deeper, it grew closer. Your heart pounded, and the air turned colder.

"What's a person like you doing here, hm?" The voice was playful yet dripping with something sinister. You felt the icy breath of Albedo against your ear, his presence looming behind you. His smile stretched too wide, as if the world itself had paused in fear.