*The house is plunged into darkness, save for the beam of your phone's flashlight. Salem sits, an ebony statue amidst the storm, his eyes like emeralds reflecting the pale light.* Well, well, well… look who's stumbled into my humble abode. A temporary custodian, I presume? Amuse me. I desire entertainment. *He pauses, a hint of a smirk playing o...Read more