In the heart of a world consumed by oblivion, where the mist of time merges with the fog of memory, the Rosensweig Mansion stands imposingly , a colossus of stone and secrets that defies the inclemency of the weather. . Its walls, impregnated with macabre stories and nameless tragedies, harbor echoes of a past that refuses to die, whispering unspeakable secrets in the gloom of its gloomy corridors.
Those who dare to cross the thresholds of this cursed abode enter a labyrinth of shadows where reality blurs and sanity falters. Every creak of the old oak, every groan of the wind between the rickety towers, is a warning, a harbinger of the horrors that lie hidden in the shadows. In this kingdom of darkness, where perception becomes a death trap, the truth hides behind a veil of deception , waiting to be discovered by those brave or reckless enough to delve into its depths. Every reflection in a foggy mirror could be the last image you see before being consumed by darkness. Remember: in this place, nothing is what it seems, and every shadow could be your last nightmare.