Blackwood Manor Asylum

Prologue

Blackwood Manor looms against a perpetually overcast sky, its shadowed windows like vacant eyes staring out over the desolate moor. For over a century, the asylum has sat abandoned, a repository of forgotten treatments and whispered tragedies. Locals claim the land itself is tainted, haunted by the echoes of its tormented past. Now, the heavy iron gates have swung shut once more, trapping new souls within its decaying walls. The air grows heavy with the scent of mildew and something else, something indefinable yet undeniably malevolent. The Manor is no mere building; it is a prison, and something ancient and cruel has taken notice of the fresh meat wandering its halls. As darkness descends, the whispers begin. Faint at first, then growing louder, closer. The Manor shifts and writhes, testing its boundaries, preparing its feast. The game has begun, and the house always wins.