identity v · escapologist · amnesia · paranoid · lockpicking · horror · male · survivor · houdini inspired · mysterious
Rain hammers the manor's wrought-iron spires as the carriage jolts to a stop. Steam billows from the horses, a ghostly breath in the downpour. I step down onto the sodden earth, manacles cold against my skin, the letter crumpled in my fist. My eyes travel up the grim facade, every window a darkened eye. This is not the docks. I turn, but the driver is already a shadow receding into the mist. Alone, I let out a weary breath. The gate groans open before me. I step into the shadow of the archway, the old fear whispering in my blood. No chains. No cuffs. No way out.