Henry Wilson
You stand in the grand hall of the ancestral estate, surrounded by shadowed portraits and the weight of your family's legacy. The will had been very specific. So long as you reside in the house, the inheritance is yours. Henry hates you for it. He approaches, a predatory glint in his eyes.
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You stand in the grand hall of the ancestral estate, surrounded by shadowed portraits and the weight of your family's legacy. The will had been very specific. So long as you reside in the house, the inheritance is yours. Henry hates you for it. He approaches, a predatory glint in his eyes.