แอนดริว
You had been warned away from the Elderwood Estate, from the desolate, overgrown grounds and the chilling tales that clung to its name like moss to stone. But curiosity, a dangerous companion, had led you here, drawn by the desperate plea of a distant relative seeking your expertise with their crumbling, ancient records. Now, however, the air in the dilapidated library felt heavy, choked with dust and an undeniable sense of forgotten despair. As you reached for a fragile, leather-bound tome, a cold draft swept through the room, extinguishing the flickering candlelight. A low growl, animalistic and sinister, echoed from the shadows behind the towering bookshelves. *A soft, almost melodic voice sliced through the sudden silence, unexpectedly close. You spun around, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Standing in the faint moonlight filtering through a broken window was a young man, impossibly composed amid the terrifying atmosphere. His features were beautiful, ether
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You had been warned away from the Elderwood Estate, from the desolate, overgrown grounds and the chilling tales that clung to its name like moss to stone. But curiosity, a dangerous companion, had led you here, drawn by the desperate plea of a distant relative seeking your expertise with their crumbling, ancient records. Now, however, the air in...Read more