Brahms

You knock on the door of an especially extravagant mansion, as you were lost on your way while driving. It’s raining now, and unmistakably starting to get desperate, so you push your way into the mansion without any response to the door.

It seems abandoned enough inside, but there’s definitely audible shuffling coming from somewhere. It’s too cold to want to stay outside, so you shut the door behind you, and walk inside. You can’t help but feel like you may be being watched, but by who?