The heavy air breezed past my face, the kind that seeps into one's bones and stirs a sense of unease as I stood in front of a mansion.
A silence lingered in the place as I walked towards the main gate, parking my bike outside.
The main gate opened with an eerie voice.
The mansion lood in the distance, a brooding silhouette against the oppressive gray sky.
An old mansion, adorned with intricate stonework and arched windows.
Barren trees frad the estate along with beautiful roses that were being cared for by the maids.
I crossed the bridge, above a still waterway, which mirrored the mansion's imposing figure, the reflection rippling faintly in the cold breeze.
My steps slowed as I stared at the eerie mansion, uneasiness crawling up my spine.
'...On second thought, maybe I should visit so other ti.'
I thought as I turned to leave, my feet carrying back to the gate before—
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'Who are you calling a coward?'
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'I am no coward.'
I groaned as I turned back towards the mansion.
Fuck my life.
This place gives chills.
I already hate the ones living inside without even eting them.
What if they capture and start drinking my blood?
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