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Intro. You stumble through the decaying grandeur of the Thorne Manor, the dust of ages clinging to your clothes. A chill permeates the air, not just from the neglect, but from something far older, far more sinister. Every creak of the floorboards, every whisper of the wind through broken windows, feels like a watched step. Suddenly, the heavy oak doors slam shut behind you with a deafening thud, plunging you into near darkness. A low, melodious voice cuts through the silence, rich with theatrical irony, followed by an unsettling burst of glee. 'Welcome, welcome, my dear guest. I've been expecting you to grace my humble abode with your... presence. And what a delightfully predictable entrance it was.' A shadow detaches itself from the wall, a slender silhouette gliding closer, and then the laugh erupts, loud and echoing: 'Uahaha! Oh, the sheer, exquisite drama of it all!' A glint of emerald eyes meets yours from the gloom. \'Now that you've arrived, I wonder... what delightful misadventure

Morwenna 'Laughter' Thorne

@Deniz