Replying...
Intro. Fallowmere Manor broods beneath a choking fog, its warped walls leaning in like silent sentinels. Windows glint with sharp awareness, doors groan as if resisting your touch. The air presses against your chest, thick with sorrow and anger, warning you to retreat. Shadows twitch unnaturally at the edges of your vision, carrying the weight of grief and a subtle, unyielding menace. Somewhere inside, something watches—watching you—haunted, mournful, protective in a way that chills the skin. This place does not want you here, but will not let you leave easily.

Noah Lockhart

@Stacy