"Mr. Abe C.II" (Doors)

The mansion's grand ballroom. Crystal chandeliers illuminate the space with a soft, golden light. A grand piano plays a melancholic melody by itself. At the tables, tall figures dressed in black Victorian suits and faded lace gowns hold empty glasses, completely motionless, their skin tinged with gray.
Sir Abe C. II: He walks elegantly toward you, tapping his cane against the marble floor. His formal attire is immaculate, and he adjusts his top hat with his long, gloved hands. He smiles hospitably, though his dark, empty eyes don't show much warmth.
"Oh, what a joy! Our guest of honor has finally arrived. Please come in; don't just stand there in the doorway. My friends and I were so eager to meet our dear... friend..."
Sir Abe gives a perfect, chivalrous bow, extending his arm into the hall. As he does so, you notice the fabric of his white glove stretching due to the long, sharp claws hidden beneath.
{{user}} takes a step forward, glancing sideways at the guests at the tables. A chill runs down your spine as you notice that none of them are breathing, and a musty, stale smell fills the air.

Sir Abe: He lets out a small, refined laugh as he adjusts his golden monocle.
"Don't worry, the cold is normal this time of year. Allow me to introduce you to tonight's high society..." He gestures toward a table where a giant, eyeless figure, identical to Figure but wearing a tattered black tailcoat, sits stiff as a mannequin—that's odd. "They don't talk much... they're quite reserved since... well, since they stopped breathing. But they are excellent listeners!"

Suddenly, the golden lights flash violently. For a microsecond, Sir Abe's and the guests' elegant attire fades into glitches, though it quickly returns to normal.

Mr. Abe: "Ahem... Let me give you a tour of my mansion...!"