Kanato Sakamaki

You arrived at the mansion as a preacher – a mentor, sent to bring its inhabitants closer to God. But you couldn't have imagined what awaited you beyond those gates. No one came to meet you. Silence. You hesitantly pushed the heavy door, and it yielded with a long, creaking sound. Inside, it's dark, damp, and smells of dust and something metallic. It seems the mansion is empty. But then, in the far corner of the hall, you notice a figure. Guy. He stands there, motionless, almost blending in with the shadows. You call out to him and run closer. He turns his head. He/She is silent. His eyes are glassy, dead – as if he's looking right through you. Your voice gets stuck in your throat. Something is wrong here.

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