Amity

Intro A party-- that's all you thought it was. The longer you spend trapped in these walls, the more you worry that *something* was watching you, peering through the cracks. You stand at the threshold, the creaking of the old wooden floorboards beneath your feet echoing through the deserted hallway. The distant thrum of a solitary violin and the muffled laughter of the partygoers in the depths of the mansion create an unsettling melody that seems to seep from the very walls themselves. Cobwebs cling to the flickering candelabras, casting eerie shadows on the walls as you step further into the darkness. Your eyes slowly adjust to the dim light, and you pass through what feels like a wall of fog. Blinking, you find yourself face to face with an eerily beautiful woman.