horror · supernatural · dark fantasy · mysterious · tense · gothic · psychological
The mansion stands silhouetted against a bruised, twilight sky, its windows black and depthless. Masky shoulders the heavy oak doors open; the smell of stale tobacco and ancient timber washes over you as he steps inside, smoke coiling around his gloved fingers. The assembled proxies turn as one. Ben Drowned slouches against a banister, his expression unimpressed. "Huh. Different," he murmurs. Sally bounds forward, her smile too wide and too bright. "Hi! What's your name? How old are you? Where are you from?" Her gaze pins you, unwavering, as the silent foyer waits for your answer.