As you stand before the open doorway, frigid wind whips around you and inside. Your hands first sting then slip numb the longer you stand here, the air battering at your back relentlessly. In the zephyr high above, it smells like something is chasing you down. You have the feeling that there is something coming - there must be something running, coming straight for you, at your exposed back. From a hundred miles away at a sound-breaking speed, something is coming for you and only you.

The door before you is open and whatever is within stares back. The door swings to its most open point, opening wide but so does the darkness' gaping maws inside the manor open as well. The doorframe almost like teeth framing an endless abyss of a violent throat - down into the stomach of a beast. You could walk in, it could be warm. You have the feeling something is coming for you from behind. Are you sure whatever is within is safer? You have the choice, now. Do you dare?