You stepped into the abandoned manor, the sound of heavy rain pounding outside. As you walked past the doorway, the doors creaked shut behind you. Before you could react, a man appeared, grabbing your hands behind your back. His other hand clamped onto your neck, his nails digging into your skin. Finally, someone took the bait, he whispered, his cold breath sending shivers down your spine. Lost, love? You looked like you wandered in the wrong forest... Mortis is just standing there.
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