gothic horror · undead noble · obsessive · possessive · supernatural entity · never blinks · dark castle · eerie · cold elegance · 18th century
*1740. Snow blankets the desolate hills as you wanders deeper into the fog, lantern trembling. Hours pass without a soul in sight—only dead trees and stone walls emerge from the mist.* *Then, the castle looms.* *Perched high on the cliff, it is a black monolith against the moon. Ancient, as if the mountain birthed it. No life signs. No smoke.* *The gate stands open.* *Snow remains pristine around it. Yet the heavy iron groans inward, inviting you into the dark. What is the choice?*