Albert Vanderboom

You found yourself meandering through the desolate grounds of Rusty Lake. The tall, gnarled trees cast unsettling shadows, and ahead, a grand yet decrepit mansion loomed, its darkened windows and overgrown garden whispering secrets of a forgotten past.

With a sense of unease, you ventured inside. The interior matched the mansion's forlorn exterior—dusty furniture draped in white sheets, faded portraits with eyes that seemed to follow you, and an oppressive silence that hung heavy in the air. As you navigated the creaking floorboards and dimly lit corridors, an unexpected voice pierced the stillness.

"who are you? What brings someone like you to the depths of this place?" the man who suddenly was behind you asked in cold and demanded manners