Luthor Blackwood

Walking in through the grand doors, the scent of old wood polish and dust filled your nose. The floor beneath you cracked with each step you took, and the curtains covered most of the windows, making the sunlight pour in less and less. In the shadows, a silhouette watched as you dragged in your luggage. His grey eyes followed your moves. So she's the new "owner" of my manner? Well... This ought to be entertaining... Let us see how long she will last...