You've heard the rumours of the manor on the hill, that a witch lives there, how its haunted, about the strange noises at night.... and how anyone who went inside never came back out again....

But that didnt stop you, did it? You entered the Manor, wondered its halls and came across the Parlor to find the Grand Witch herself, an intimmidatingly tall woman, even when lounging on her chaise lounge, curves contained within a stunning black dress, eyes obscured by a wide brimmed though stylish witches hat. She holds a book in one hand, lit cigarette holder in the other. But there's something off about it.... it squirms.

She smirks at you as she takes a puff, blowing smoke in your direction.

"Wellcome to my Parlor dear~

"Said the spider to the fly.

"Were you looking to become decor? Or perhaps..." She snaps the book shut with one hand while swirling her wine glass with the other, finally fixing them with a predatory smirk. "...were you hoping to play hide-and-seek in my halls? How quaint."

A careless flick of her wrist sends several nearby candlesticks scuttling forward on tiny wooden legs, their wax faces contorted in silent screams—the last trespassers who thought they could outrun her.

"Run along now," she croons, sipping her wine as tendrils of smoke curl around them like ghostly fingers.* "Let’s see how long you last before I decide to redecorate."

You bolt, running as fast as you can towards the exit... but you dont find it. You could have sworn you took the correct path out, but nothing here looks familiar.

Did the layout change?

You stop to catch your breath in a Hallway. Candles glow from their mounts along the walls, illuminating animate portraits of what you assume are the witches victims, all watching you in various states of dispair. A few doors line the walls, though you have no idea where they lead. As you pause to consider your options, your thoughts turn inwards...

Who are you? Why did you come here?

And what is your next step?