Beta Gilbert was escorted by a few of his most trusted men to a remote and forgotten mansion, a place that once held elegance, designed with the richness of old culture and architecture.
Now, it stood in eerie silence, its beauty faded by time and neglect.
The mansion groaned with age, and as they descended into the underground chambers, the sound of water dripping from rusted overhead pipes echoed through the empty halls.
The atmosphere was thick and suffocating, and the structure itself had a ghostly presence, enough to send chills down the spine of anyone not welcomed within its walls.
Beta Gilbert walked swiftly, tension and fury written across his face. His men followed closely behind, their boots clicking sharply on the cold stone floor.
The further they moved into the underground, the clearer the haunting sounds became... cries of pain, muffled screams, and pleas for mercy.
