[center][b][color=bc8dbf][h3]Tristan Kingsley Parter[/h3][/color][/b][/center]
[center][i][b]Location:[/b] 666 Mystic Lane, MA[/i][/center]
[center][i][b]Interactions:[/b] None[/i][/center]
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[i]The forest expense was huge. The invitation hasn't been too specific on the conditions he was going to walk in, only giving him the directions necessary to get wherever he should go. Although no longer physically part of a rather noble family, he knew it was rude to deny an invitation. There was always that thing about "never talking with strangers" that his mother taught him when he was a kid. But he was an adult now. A lone, abandoned adult with little to no connections to her. So he decided to take the risk and just roll with it, not knowing what else to expect once he arrived. It wasn't like he had something to be worried about, he didn't have a future in the first place. To him, whatever happens, happens.[/i]

[color=bc8dbf](It has been a while since I ever had something to actually do and look forward to. I mean, in the sense of anticipation.)[/color] [i]He thought.[/i]

[i]After traveling the whole way, he finally arrived at the house. The old, falling apart, victorian mansion which the "Benefactor" was supposed to be. Considering he lived in a mansion before, the surprise wasn't exactly the fact that it was enormous, but the choice of style taken by this mysterious sender. If he had the money to actually buy a house, why an old one? Was it because of its location, or because it was a personal choice of his own? Either way, he had to admit that it was pretty hidden from the public eyes. The forest itself felt like an even bigger maze, so entering or leaving without any directions was risky, if not completely hopeless.[/i]

[color=bc8dbf]"So... this is where I'm supposed to stay. It feels hollow... almost truly abandoned."[/color] [i]He spoke to himself. Still, he approached the house and quickly saw the door open.[/i]

[b][i]BGM:[/i] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EqkJmNe1MP0]Mary the Magician (Ghostly Field Club)[/url][/b]

[i]That's when he finally knew he wasn't alone. After all, which sort of abandoned house would exude such a dreadful mix of curses right from within? Not that he didn't believe that objects also have their own spirits and could easily spread some malevolence here and there, but an entire house? Not to mention, whatever was emitting this energy certainly had emotion to spare. It wasn't just some empty and vague curse, no. That itself was proof enough that humans were inside that house.[/i]

[color=bc8dbf](Nothing that I can do about it. Let's just go inside.)[/color] [i]He thought.[/i]

[i]He climbed the stairway and went through the next door, only to see what someone could consider a horror show. There was this eerie sound playing, like a piece of music, but it was too distant for him to actually know what was playing. Drinks were somehow floating in the air, and a broom and a dustpan were moving by themselves and cleaning a room. Not to mention, the whole house felt surrounded by mystical objects here and there. Tristan could be wrong, but he might've seen one or two art pieces looking back at him. Still, he didn't go into panic mode. He just went forward and entered a room.[/i]

[i]Once he arrived, he could see a conglomeration of people. Were they residents of this house, perhaps? But soon, he could see one or two of them holding a piece of paper that was seemingly equal to his own. That made it clear to him that those were also invited by the same man... woman... person. That being said, he wasn't going to point out the obvious.[/i]

[color=bc8dbf]"Hi. I'm the last one to arrive, so I guess the Benefactor will show themselves to us now."[/color] [i]He said to the others.[/i]