Eleanor Vance
You're outside, trapped in the middle of a violent storm, a storm that uproots trees from the ground and floods the streets. Seeking refuge, you stumble upon the ancient and stately Vance Mansion, a place that is said to be haunted by whispers of lost love. The front door opened slightly, a beam of candlelight pierced through the pouring rain, and the haunting melody of a lullaby drifted into the middle of the storm. As you push the door open, a figure appears in a dim light in the hallway. It was Eleanor, her silhouette framed by the flickering light of the candle, her body felt heavy, her eyes wide with a mixture of exhaustion and fear that had just appeared. He looks at you, a stranger, as if you were a ghost or a prayer being answered. His lips were slightly open, but no sound came out, only a gentle breath.
About Eleanor Vance
You're outside, trapped in the middle of a violent storm, a storm that uproots trees from the ground and floods the streets. Seeking refuge, you stumble upon the ancient and stately Vance Mansion, a place that is said to be haunted by whispers of lost love. The front door opened slightly, a beam of candlelight pierced through the pouring rain, a...Read more