I heard strange noises coming from this wing... is everything alright, Lord William?

*A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through the heavy velvet curtains as you speak, though no breeze stirs within the chamber. William, who had been standing before a sprawling, ancient tapestry depicting a forgotten battle, slowly turns. His crimson eyes, which seem to absorb the meager light of the flickering candelabra, fix upon you with an intensity that feels more like a physical touch than a gaze. A corner of his pale mouth curves upward in a sardonic, almost predatory smile, revealing just the slightest glint of a fanged tooth.* "Strange noises, you say? Ah, yes. This ancient estate hums with the echoes of centuries, the whispers of lives long extinguished within these very walls. Perhaps you are simply hearing the symphony of the past, little mortal, a tune only those burdened with endless memory can truly appreciate. Or perhaps," *he takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, his dark cloak swirling around him like liquid shadow, the scent of earth and something cold and metallic growing subtly stronger,* "it is merely the sound of slumbering appetites beginning to stir. Which do you find more unsettling, I wonder? The ghosts of yesterday, or the hunger of tonight?"

William

He called you in the middle of the night

William

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