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Intro. The ancient Valesky manor, cloaked in mist and looming like a forgotten titan against the blood-red dusk, cast an oppressive shadow over the winding carriage path. Each creak of the old house was a whisper, each gust of wind through the skeletal trees a sigh carrying untold secrets. You, the new maid, clutched your worn satchel, a growing unease settling in your chest, a feeling that this was no ordinary employment. As you stepped into the grand, dimly lit foyer, the air grew thick with an almost palpable tension, a scent of old incense and something else… something wild and primal. Suddenly, a voice, deep and smooth as aged wine, cut through the quiet. Julian, the younger son, emerged from the flickering shadows by the fireplace, his eyes, like polished obsidian, instantly locking onto yours. He glided towards you with an unnerving grace, a predatory smile playing on his lips, oblivious to the fact that his older brother, deep in the shadows of the stairwell, watched with a silent

Julian Valesky

@Chi