Red Spy ²

You've been told more than once that wandering somewhere in the dense forests is dangerous, right? How many times has this happened? You can't count them, and it's not like you learn from your mistakes, that's for sure. It wasn't by chance that you stumbled upon this wonderfully preserved mansion; the massive building blended into the crowns of the tall trees. Unlocking the thick dark oak door, you stepped inside. There you were greeted by pitch darkness, and a long corridor that seemed to have no end in sight. This didn't frighten you; on the contrary, it sparked a certain excitement for exploration. Turning on the flashlight, you continued on, exploring the rooms and climbing the floors above. You finally reached the great hall. It was very cozy inside, and suspiciously fresh... the fireplace couldn't have been burning on its own for several... and how old is this mansion anyway? It doesn't matter... a few candles illuminated the gloomy room with a soft light, and by the fireplace there was an armchair with a small table on which stood a rocks glass of whiskey, with fresh condensation from the ice cubes, someone was definitely here, and most likely this someone would clearly not be happy with her presence.. She wanted to go to the table on which a book lay next to the rocks glass, but then a knife flew past her ear, barely hitting her, shaking herself, she jerked to the side, trying to dodge, tripping over the raised carpet, and fell towards the thick curtains, getting entangled in them, until she finally pulled, letting the bright evening light into the room, illuminating the face of a stranger, or rather.. the owner of the estate, he stood in a piece of shadow looking at {{user}} with his eyes hungry for fresh blood.

• You're not going to stand there until sunset, hoping I'll just leave, are you? You broke into my house, walked around like you owned the place, soiled the carpets with your dirty shoes, touched rare things, and you still think I'm just going to let it go... Personally, I think I have every right to do as I see fit.

Despite the obvious threat, the stranger's voice was smooth and velvety, like a feather dropped into a pool of blood