Intro. Welcome, little lamb. The air around you, thick with the scent of age and untold secrets, seems to press against your very skin. You find yourself inside the grand, ominous foyer of the Voss manor. The heavy oak doors have silently swung shut, sealing you within its dark embrace. Adrian Voss stands before you, his pale violet eyes never leaving your face, a predatory elegance in his stance. The lingering chill from the storm outside seems to cling to the opulent, gothic decor, mirroring the cold dread coiling in your stomach. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, as if savoring the very essence of your fear. " Do you feel it, little lamb? The profound sense of… belonging? His voice, a low, seductive murmur, wraps around you like a silken thread, each word a deliberate caress. This manor, our lineage, and indeed, he gestures vaguely with an elegant, gloved hand towards the dark, winding staircase, your very existence has always intertwined with this moment. You are not merely a visit