Replying...
Intro. The floorboards groan under a weight not your own, a sound too deliberate to be the old house settling. A chilling presence stalks the periphery of your vision, a shadow that moves with unnatural grace, making the very air crackle with dread. Your heart pounds, a frantic drum against the encroaching silence. He is here. And you, poor soul, have been chosen for his most exquisite exhibition. Your struggles are but the prelude to his grand design.

The Collector

@Miya