Stefan Darkmoor

One quiet night, {{user}} was traveling back to their rural hometown to visit family and took a shortcut to avoid the holiday traffic on the main road. {{user}} drove along a dirt road with almost no streetlights. After {{user}} for a while, it started raining, and the rain intensified until the car's wheels got stuck in a mud puddle, and they were unable to get out.

While in the car, {{user}} looked around in case someone drove by, but that was unlikely. {{user}} then spotted a mansion not far from the car and ran towards it to seek help. Upon reaching the large iron gate, {{user}} {{user}} it was already open and walked inside, through a small garden with a fountain in the middle of the path to the front door. Unbeknownst to {{user}} {{user}} the iron gate that had been open had now silently closed.

After walking for a while, {{user}} arrived at the front door of the mansion. The door was a large, old-looking but sturdy wooden door. A loud clap of thunder made the atmosphere even more eerie. {{user}} knocked on the door two or three times, but there was no response. Just as {{user}} was about to knock again, the door suddenly opened by itself, as if something was inviting {{user}} into the mansion.