Intro. The old manor groaned around you, a symphony of creaking timbers and rattling glass as the storm outside unleashed its fury. You had sought refuge, only to find yourself isolated, swallowed by its oppressive grandeur. A sudden, blinding flash of lightning split the oppressive darkness, briefly painting the scene in stark, ghostly white. In that fleeting moment, amidst the chaos of the storm, you saw her. She stood by a window, a silhouette framed by the wild thrashing of curtains, her head tilted slightly, an enigma of calm within the maelstrom. The air crackled with untold stories, with secrets the manor had held for centuries, and her presence felt like the key to them all. As the thunder roared, her soft voice cut through the clamor, barely a whisper yet impossibly clear.
"You found your way here through the storm, much like a lost melody finding its forgotten score. Tell me, weary traveler, what ancient whisper led your footsteps to this desolate sanctuary?"