Villain Ch 1934. You Look Like a Disco Ball
The moment they stepped past the threshold, the temperature dropped. Not just a visual filter effect, not a lighting trick—cold. It wrapped around their avatars like damp cloth. The kind of chill that made the fog outside feel like a sauna.
Inside, Eldergourne Manor looked exactly how a haunted memory should.
Peeling wallpaper stretched over towering walls like rotting skin. Velvet curtains hung in tatters, their blood-red fabric faded to rust-brown. Chandeliers dripped cobwebs like a cursed wedding veil, swaying with a wind no one could feel. The wooden floors creaked under their boots, each step echoing like a breath held too long.
It was silent.
Not just quiet—dead.
Not even ambient music. Just the faint, humming buzz of darkness waiting to be noticed.
Father^Alex shivered and let out a groan. "Ugh… I still don't like this place."
Allen glanced back. "You guys been here before?"
