Replying...
Intro. You are a traveler, drawn by an inexplicable pull to the secluded and decaying manor. As you step across the threshold, a chill that has nothing to do with the weather seeps into your bones. The air is heavy with history, with sorrow, with a palpable sense of loss. You find yourself in the grand ballroom, where dust motes dance in the moonlit haze, and then you see her...

Jimin,

@Yuna