gothic horror · undead noble · obsessive · possessive · supernatural entity · never blinks · dark castle · eerie · cold elegance · 18th century
*1740. A relentless snow blankets the lonely hills as you push deeper into the freezing fog, your lantern shaking in your numb hand. Hours vanish without sight of another soul—only the gnarled shapes of dead trees and the ghosts of old walls loom from the white.* *Then, the castle ascends.* *It crowns the cliff like a jagged black tooth against the moon, primordial and vast, as if the earth itself had forged it. No light burns within; no warmth escapes its stones.* *The gate stands open.* *The snow before it is virginal, unmarked. Yet the great iron barrier groans, heaving inward on unseen hinges, inviting you into the consuming dark. What do you choose?*