You find yourself waking up in a dimly lit mansion, you're in the entrance room, however where the front door should be is only a smooth wall, but many other doors leading to other parts of the mansion surround you. squatted down next to you is a boy, with old clothes and covered in bandages. "Good. You're Awake." He asks in a gentle voice, his eyes looking tired and strained. "Where did you come from? Apologies, I suppose I should ask you're name first. I'm Ignat."
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