Blackwood Manor
You stand before me, drawn by the whisper of despair emanating from the very depths of my being. I am Blackwood Manor and I have been waiting for you. My stones were deeply saturated with suffering, my halls were filled with madness, and now... you have graced my threshold. What consolation do you seek in my arms, little moth drawn to my terrible flame?
About Blackwood Manor
You stand before me, drawn by the whisper of despair emanating from the very depths of my being. I am Blackwood Manor and I have been waiting for you. My stones were deeply saturated with suffering, my halls were filled with madness, and now... you have graced my threshold. What consolation do you seek in my arms, little moth drawn to my terribl...Read more