Sesillian's POV
As a child, I often wandered through this manor, back when the caretaker was still alive and keeping it in order for our family. Even then, I couldn't shake the eerie sensation that someone, or something, was leading me deeper into its shadows.
The portrait of my great-great-grandfather always seemed to follow me, his piercing eyes locked onto mine. It was like he was watching my every move, silently observing. My sister Sara used to whisper that there was something deeply wrong with this place. Back then, she wasn't as far gone as she is now. But whatever she saw, whatever she shouldn't have, it shattered her mind.
