Kim Mun Ho.
This mansion looked to have some sort of history tied to it. Its walls shouted artistic design, and the sculptured knights in armor at each pillar's corner gave me chills from head to toe. It brought back memories of the old movies I used to watch, and it reminded me of how ferocious knights once were. Gus and I were both really small in comparison because of how big everything else was. I felt as though Hercules' era was being transported to me.
When he eventually rounded a curve and entered another hallway, something felt off. It was frighteningly gloomy. As I walked further inside, the atmosphere was drastically different and gave me the goosebumps.
Gus guided me to the enormous doors that were at the end of the hallway while maintaining his harsh attitude and artistic posture. Its handles appeared to have been fashioned by a goldsmith, and a very accomplished one at that because they resembled heaven's gates.
