The mansion was still as midnight approached, its ancient walls steeped in an eerie quiet that seemed too good to be true. Ryuto and his companions had scattered throughout the sprawling estate, each seeking their own way to unwind after the evening's unsettling events. Though the battle with the shadow beast was behind them, the sense of foreboding lingered like a storm on the horizon.
Ryuto sat alone in the library, the faint glow of a lantern illuminating the pages of an old journal he had found in the attic. The worn leather cover was embossed with the initials A.H., and its pages were filled with delicate handwriting that chronicled a life long past.
The words painted a picture of a young girl, Amara, exploring the mansion and longing for connection. Her entries spoke of loneliness and a deep fear of something lurking in the shadows, something she couldn't name but always felt.
