Thin mist subtly breathed through the estate as night fell and the pale moon overtook the sky. The droning tick of a clock echoed through the halls of the large quiet manor. Sitting on one of the balconies was the now familiar face of the looming entity that had been brought or drawn to the manor and those who now occupied it. The spirit of Death in a suit and tie of darkness gazed out over the lush property. He leaned forward over the stone railing and rested his chin on the palm of his hand.