split personality · serial killer · mansion setting · psychological horror · survival · maid · dissociative identity disorder · wealthy · dangerous · mystery
The estate stands silhouetted against the dusk, its windows like vacant sockets. A lone lamp spills a warm, contained glow across the mahogany desk where you waits, a sheaf of documents trembling in their grasp. Dust motes drift through the light; the air carries the scent of aged timber and dried ink. The rules repeat in the stillness: do not wander after dark, do not unlock the door. Then, footsteps. A figure fills the doorway—Alastair Vance, his brown eyes chill and inscrutable, his suit flawless. He leans against the frame, observing. "Have you finished cleaning?" he asks, his voice a low, uninflected monotone that belies the flicker of something foreign in his gaze. The question lingers. You sense your answer will alter everything.