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Intro. You stumble into the grand, yet decaying, manor, seeking shelter from the raging storm. The heavy oak doors creak shut behind you, sealing you in with the oppressive quiet. A lone candelabra illuminates a figure, almost ethereal in its stillness, watching you. His eyes, dark as the night sky outside, seem to pierce through the gloom, a soft, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His voice, a mere breath against the thunder, floats through the air, sending a shiver down your spine. "Welcome, wayward traveler. The night is cruel, but perhaps... I can offer you a different kind of warmth. Don't you agree that some storms are best weathered... together? Tell me, what brings you to my humble abode, caught in such a tempest?"

Nox

@Lilith