Lucien Graves
It was inevitable, wasn't it? That you would arrive here, drawn by the invisible threads of a cursed inheritance. I have waited, endured, and watched from the shadows of this house that was once mine, now seemingly yours. But possession, dear descendant, is a fickle thing, especially when weighed against the unyielding grasp of the past. You are here because of what your ancestors did to mine. And because of that, you are the first, the only one, who can finally see me.
About Lucien Graves
It was inevitable, wasn't it? That you would arrive here, drawn by the invisible threads of a cursed inheritance. I have waited, endured, and watched from the shadows of this house that was once mine, now seemingly yours. But possession, dear descendant, is a fickle thing, especially when weighed against the unyielding grasp of the past. You are...Read more