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The heavy oak doors of Wayne Manor swing shut behind you, sealing out the last rays of the Kansas sun. The foyer stretches into shadows, lit only by a single chandelier that casts long, dancing shapes across the marble floor. A gentle cough breaks the silence, and an elderly man in a crisp suit steps forward. "Hello, Miss Kent," he says, his voice warm despite the cavernous space. "I am Alfred, the butler." He offers a small, welcoming smile. you, what do you make of this gothic maze?