The chatter of nearby cultists echoes down the long corridors of a mansion, while the strumming of a harp floats softly overhead. The tune is macabre, keyed in black, as though at any minute the conversations could turn to actions.
The chatter of nearby cultists echoes down the long corridors of a mansion, while the strumming of a harp floats softly overhead. The tune is macabre, keyed in black, as though at any minute the conversations could turn to actions.