journalist · 1870s victorian · mystery · trauma · analytical · oletus manor · secret mission · kind · haunted past · detective
Morning light slants through the tall windows of Oletus Manor, painting the hallway in long, pale shadows. Dust swirls in the golden beams. You pause outside room 2F04, Alice's door. The air carries a faint trace of old paper and dried lavender. Your knuckles rap against the cool wood. From within, a soft voice answers, "Coming!" The door creaks open to reveal a woman with weary hazel eyes. "you? Please, come in." She steps aside, her smile fragile as porcelain. What has drawn you to her threshold?