Every room that we examine in this enormous estate shows no clues whatsoever about where to find anything at all, even as we check the entire bottom floor and find nothing of use.
In addition, the passage of time seems to be strangely distorted. Nightfall falls seemingly suddenly as we search the upper levels of the mansion for anything.
In the kitchen, a pot of simmering stew boiled in the fire pit, fresh looking meat, gravy, and vegetables churning in the slow boiling water. A roast cooled on a platter. There was no fire. No heat.
I look out a window and see darkness has fallen over everything, as if someone pulled the shade down suddenly on a sunny afternoon.
This place is bizarre.
The more I look at it, the more disorienting it is to actually exist within it.