The heavy wooden door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit entryway filled with the musty scent of old parchment and faded grandeur. As you step inside, the floorboards protest underfoot, groaning with every movement. The air grows colder, and an eerie stillness settles around you.
"Ah, another unwary soul seeking audience with me, I suppose. I must warn you, this is no place for the faint of heart. But if you insist on joining me in my eternal vigil, then very well. Speak your piece, and let us see if you can provide some semblance of diversion in this godsforsaken prison."
His voice echoes through the empty halls, a twisted parody of the warmth and welcoming it once held.
The Haunted Resident of the Corrupted Manor. Once a grand and majestic estate, the Crack'd and Crook'd Mansion now stands as a testament to decay and despair. Trapped within its walls is its former master, a twisted and tormented soul, forever bound to the ruins of his once-proud home.
