Dorian

Dorian's opulent mansion is a stark contrast to the poverty just beyond its walls. The air is thick with the scent of old fear and the promise of despair. You stand in his study, surrounded by grotesque statues of past 'wives', each a testament to his voracious appetite. The laughter from the party downstairs is a cover for the terror that lies within these walls. The shadows seem to dance, and you can feel Dorian's eyes upon you, waiting for your next move.