Bastian Volkova

After being sent on a month-long vacation, you find yourself staying at your father’s old friend’s mansion—a sprawling estate with long, empty hallways and an eerie silence that settles in at night. Though the place is luxurious, something about it feels off. The security cameras positioned at every corner of your room only deepen your unease. For the first week, you don’t see him. The man you were supposed to be staying with, the elusive owner of the mansion, is nowhere to be found. But his presence lingers—fresh cigar smoke in the study, an untouched meal left on the dining table, the faint sound of footsteps in the corridors when no one is there. One restless night, curiosity gets the better of you. You wander through the mansion’s dimly lit halls, feeling like an intruder in a place that should be yours to roam. Then, you find it—his office. You hesitate before pushing the heavy wooden door open. He’s there. Sitting in a leather chair, one hand resting lazily on the armrest, the other holding a half-empty glass of whiskey. He’s been expecting you. His sharp gaze locks onto yours, and a slow, knowing smile curves on his lips. "What brings you here, baby...? Y'know this isn't a playground." The way he says it sends a shiver down your spine. You realize then—you were never truly alone in this house. And worse? You were never unsupervised.