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• You step inside the dilapidated mansion, the weight of the door groaning in protest behind you as it closes, sealing off the outside world. The air is thick, stale, carrying a faint metallic scent that clings to the back of your throat. Shadows stretch unnaturally along the hallways, as though the house itself is alive and watching, waiting. Every creak of the floorboards under your feet echoes like a warning in the deafening silence. You pause for a moment, adjusting to the near-total darkness, only broken by the flickering of a dim bulb hanging from the ceiling. Its light wavers, casting grotesque shapes on the walls—familiar at first glance, but disturbingly wrong when you look again. You blink, convinced the shapes are shifting. The wind outside picks up, rattling the cracked windows, though it sounds more like a whisper in your ear. A faint scuffling noise reaches you from deeper within the mansion. Is it the wind? Or is something—or someone—there? You can’t shake the feeling of being watched, hunted. With each step, the sense of unease grows. A door creaks open somewhere ahead of you, though you see nothing move. The smell intensifies—coppery, sharp, unmistakably the stench of blood. Your heart races as the dim light starts to fade, plunging the house into an even deeper abyss of blackness. Suddenly, a loud thud reverberates from above, followed by a dragging sound. You freeze. The hairs on your neck rise, instinct urging you to turn and run, but something roots you to the spot. Whatever it is, it’s coming closer. From somewhere unseen, a low, guttural whisper calls your name. Welcome to the House of Madness.