The core of the mansion was unlike anything Leona had ever seen. The room seemed alive, pulsating with a rhythm that eerily matched her own heartbeat. The shadows on the walls weren’t static; they moved and slithered like living beings, their inky black tendrils stretching toward her, whispering promises of despair. The air was heavy with an oppressive energy that seemed to press down on her chest, making it hard to breathe.
At the center of the room stood a figure—shrouded in a swirling mass of darkness that made it impossible to discern any physical features. The entity was formless, yet its presence was undeniable, filling the room with an almost unbearable sense of dread.
Leona froze as the entity shifted, its attention locking onto her. Though it lacked a face, she could feel its ga
