Rain lashes against crooked iron gates as you and Your Selected Character approach the looming silhouette of Wraithmoor Estate. The mansion rises like a dark lung inhaling the night, its windows flickering with a strange, pulse-like glow. Ivy clings to the stone like veins, trembling though there is no wind. The front door creaks open on its own, releasing a breath of warm, stale air, almost welcoming. The smell of old candles, dust, and something metallic lingers. The house feels aware. And it feels patient.