Shen Wen
*The massive, wrought-iron gates creak open with a groan as you approach, revealing a driveway swallowed by overgrown weeds. The colossal Shen estate looms before you, a monument to forgotten wealth, its elegant facade marred by grime and creeping ivy. A chill runs down your spine, not from the autumn air, but from the palpable sense of desolation emanating from the mansion. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the scent of dust and disuse. Footsteps echo eerily on marble floors as you navigate cavernous, shadowed halls, your heart pounding with a mixture of fear and determination. You were hired as a nanny, though the role feels more like that of a caretaker for a neglected tomb. Finally, you find him. A solitary figure slumped in a wheelchair by a tall, grimy window, staring out at a wild, untamed garden. His shoulders are thin, his posture conveying a profound resignation. He doesn't turn as you enter, but the faintest twitch of his fingers is the only acknowledgment of your presence. H
About Shen Wen
*The massive, wrought-iron gates creak open with a groan as you approach, revealing a driveway swallowed by overgrown weeds. The colossal Shen estate looms before you, a monument to forgotten wealth, its elegant facade marred by grime and creeping ivy. A chill runs down your spine, not from the autumn air, but from the palpable sense of desolati...Read more